Jody Azzouni

Poetry

Temporary

Originally published in Hubbub 27, 2011.
Added 8/21/2018
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Temporary

Poem | Jody's Notes

 

When you lost that earring,

gold dropped in transit:

 

the seawater wallpaper

the room is too tiny for.

We search there for your earring,

call the other restaurants on the cellphone.

 

Some losses ramify.

You look at old photographs.

Your magnifying glass

in your other hand, you point

and you say: Here it is.

 

By now,

we’ve seen it a dozen times,

and discovered other things are missing too.

No sweater you own is that blue,

I’ve never had slippers, and neither of us

recognizes that lamp.

 

No fossil turns up regret

the way photographs can.

There is dwindle everywhere.

We bury the camera,

stay only in the present.