A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
12/01/2002
She laughs.
it echoes
He whistles.
closer to me
“Delirious” sings.
and
I simmer.
I fondle the doorknob.
it rattles
He scans.
the picture is digitized
She laughs.
again
I am bitter.
She laughs.
louder
He comments.
on the noise
I wither.
Our picture sits.
upon the shelf
It is old.
