In Whoever's Hotel Room This Is

Matt Rasmussen

 
If it were up to me,
the bible would begin:
A man steps into a field...
I'd forgotten what was in
the background when you took
the photo of me I wouldn't
see until later. When I did,
it was just a wall, and my smile
was a mouthful of rocks.
A little after it was clicked off
the T.V. screen's light
condensed down a drain.
Even when the television
had become an aquarium
full of black water
that last bright dot
burned in my eye.
On the back of my photo
you wrote, This isn't you,
and you were right,
it no longer was.
 
Copyright 2012 by Matt Rasmussen. Used with permission of the author.

Poems by This Author

A Horse Grazes in My Shadow by Matt Rasmussen
Startled by my breath it bolts
After Suicide by Matt Rasmussen
Chekhov's Gun by Matt Rasmussen
Nothing ever absolutely has to happen. The gun
Elegy in X Parts [Kafka said, A book] by Matt Rasmussen
Elegy in X Parts [My foreshadow stretches] by Matt Rasmussen
My foreshadow stretches
Skyscraper by Matt Rasmussen
A sword thrust


Further Reading

Poems about the Self
canvas and mirror
by Evie Shockley
Days of Me
by Stuart Dischell
Excelsior
by Walt Whitman
I Am Not Yours
by Sara Teasdale
I Am!
by John Clare
In Knowledge of Young Boys
by Toi Derricotte
Intimacy
by Paisley Rekdal
Next Day
by Randall Jarrell
Red Bank
by Lesle Lewis
Song for Future Books
by Joanna Fuhrman
Song of Myself, I, II, VI & LII
by Walt Whitman
The Suicide
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Summer of Reconciliation
by D. Nurkse
The Whole World Is Gone
by Jennifer Grotz
Untitled [Is is]
by Srikanth Reddy
Your Brain Is Yours
by Natalie Lyalin