Jody Azzouni


Nostalgia at Dusk

Originally published in Poem 91, 2004.
Added 5/19/2021
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Nostalgia at Dusk

Poem | Jody's Notes


The lightbulb holds off

the creep of shadows. I doze

in the splendor of its warm thought

knowing full well that sleeping alone poses risks.

This time it is your hungry memory

pretending to be the stuff dreams are made of.

Your face reminds me how, even on sunny days,

shadows played over my sleeping hands

like suntanned ghosts. You remove your sunglasses,

twin pools of twilight,

and show me you have no eyes. I awaken

my sweat cold, the lamp dead

the flutter of the air-conditioner

like wings in a box.