If she closed her eyes, she could see it
in the dark room of her mind,
the jukebox of her soul
developing so slowly,
she especially liked the way
he said the word, blouse,
when he unbuttoned her
silk blouse, blue blouse, flowered blouse,
his favorite one was pink
and hung on a green lamp
like a flower on a stem
now that he was gone,
and so was she
and no one lived there anymore,
the town kept lighting up without them
as if it were the first dusk.
The Past by Nin Andrews | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
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Nin Andrews is the author of sixteen collections of poetry. Her poetry has appeared in many literary journals and four editions of Best American Poetry. Her poetry has been translated into Turkish, performed in Prague, and anthologized in the U.S., England, Australia, and Mongolia. Her memoir, Son of a Bird, was published in 2025.
