One

Photographs,

women I have loved
hang framed
and glass covered
among
half finished paintings
and 33 1/3 speed
collections
of folk and country
sounds.

Mixed with group
shots of
dead poets from
college and
close-ups of pretty
tattooed feet,
toes spread wide.

Snapshots of past
lovers, a two year
old calendar and
a couple of columns
by Koon and
one of those magnet
and metal filing games
you got as a
party favor when
you were a kid.

This one looks
like Chloe.

I keep the photos
of the old ones and
the new ones don't
mind.

They know.

I only really
loved the one.

What are a few framed
memories after they
have already laid in bed
with me and listened
as I talked about the
one.