An Old Photograph
I reached in
to my bookshelf.
Picked a book that I
had not read
in
a
very
long
time.
There, stuck in the middle
of page 79 and 80
was
an old photograph.
It was of my wife, young,
and
a
man
I did not recognize.
They were kissing
in the photograph
they were kissing.
They had their clothes on,
at least.
I dropped the book
and the old photograph
and ran into
the bathroom.
There, I undressed,
grabbed the towelrack,
and
furiously abused myself
for a good ten minutes.
Once the deed was done,
I felt better;
Strangely.
to my bookshelf.
Picked a book that I
had not read
in
a
very
long
time.
There, stuck in the middle
of page 79 and 80
was
an old photograph.
It was of my wife, young,
and
a
man
I did not recognize.
They were kissing
in the photograph
they were kissing.
They had their clothes on,
at least.
I dropped the book
and the old photograph
and ran into
the bathroom.
There, I undressed,
grabbed the towelrack,
and
furiously abused myself
for a good ten minutes.
Once the deed was done,
I felt better;
Strangely.
posted by Eugene at 12:56 PM
5 Comments:
What do you mean, "abused myself?" Did you hit yourself with the towelrack? I don't understand.
ok anonymous, that was a strange question! anyway
Eugene the poem is good. has a whiff of Raymond Carver, have you read "All of us"
"They had their clothes on,at least."
very good.
Well I liked the first story of the collection but not the rest at all. she works in a way I guess which is not for me.
I'm just trying to UNDERSTAND.
Because of my use of metaphors, I can be obtuse. I hope it doesn't impede on the ability to enjoy the poem.
I haven't read "All of Us," but I think I will! Thank you!
Okay...but it still doesn't answer my original question. How did you abuse yourself? Did you really just hit yourself all over with the towelrack?
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