The First Act

Just before handing over the paperback
you reconsidered, gathered it to your chest
and tore out the title page.
Broad curtains of rain swept the gutter.
The words for your destruction were lost
to the theatre of the night,
the applause of wet windowpanes.
I wonder what shade it was you saw in my eyes then,
when you wadded up the inscription
and shoved it way down in the trash.

photograph by Lina Scheynius

1 comment:

1984 said...

i love this poem/photo combo. It captures a moment so perfectly. I definitely recommend this one for your portfolio. <3

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