Tuesday, December 20, 2005

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.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

What do you mean, "abused myself?" Did you hit yourself with the towelrack? I don't understand.

December 20, 2005  
Blogger In verse said...

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.

December 20, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm just trying to UNDERSTAND.

December 21, 2005  
Blogger Eugene said...

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!

December 21, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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?

December 21, 2005  

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