Rachael Lowe Poems
- Some Words About Power before due time, from me is torn you,...
- Alem His tambourine is disturbed. We hear this because the ...
- Boredom When I open my eyes I examine you. You are sitting ...
- Butterfly Wings (a swollen fruit) unburdening from the navel...
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When I open my eyes
I examine you.
You are sitting in a chair
propped against the wall.
Swathed in cigarette smoke
you look vaguely like Humphrey Bogart
without the necessary swagger.
I am bored.
I’ll sleep now
where you left me
lying naked on the floor
filled with your momentary regard.