She is not interested in anything.
She tries to live a day at a time.
When loves go wrong they say you can forget.
If she leaves it long enough the poem will go away.
She trained a commercial artist to be a soldier in his spare time.
He died a soldier.
She wasn't there.
She was showing off the inside of a tracked vehicle to a security guard.
The hatch fell: took off the tips of his fingers.
He had been a rock climber in his spare time.
And if she leaves it long enough this poem will go away.
When loves go wrong they say you can forget.
She thinks she once had an oriental boyfriend.
he might have been a dream.
Perhaps he was a lover she had tried to forget.
Sometimes she recalls an image of part of his face.
She cannot distinguish which part.
She searches her memory for clues.
She sees plastic.
When and where did they know each other?
Were they close?
She doesn't remember.
He can't have been important to her then.
But if she leaves it long enough she might sleep and the poem will go away.
© Black Tooth 1987