Her Pink Camera

[This is technically an old poem but for some reason I didn’t include it in the eBooks. I suppose I didn’t like it at the time.]

Her Pink Camera
(formerly called “Aftermath” in a hard cover book)

Stormy days came just after us;
things washed away
seagulls cry

Gave you a pink camera you’d wanted, and
you said you’d visit the beach to
hear the seagulls cry blue
the ocean roar

Said you’d get batteries for it
after you got a cute pink computer

Stormy day floods on first floors
things washed away, but
weren’t you on the fourth

Don’t know
haven’t heard from you.
Did you get the batteries
and go into the storm surge?

Stormy days
things washed away
and I haven’t seen your pink
but I gave you the pink camera

In Hurricane days
things were washed away
seagulls cried blue
and videos were shown

Maybe it was you in the pink,
who took those anonymous pictures —
I haven’t heard

I miss your pink, had
missed you in the swirls

but, yeah, it’s your style
you could have posted video P1748:
seagulls following your pink camera

Stormy days, dead
things washed away
seagulls cry blue

Bulldozers and sand walls
protection against the waves.
Did you get batteries and a pink dress?

Didn’t you say you’d visit the beach
to hear seagulls cry

Next time you see the seagulls
tell them I love them, ok?

4 thoughts on “Her Pink Camera

    1. Thanks. It was inspired by hurricane Sandy. We were supposed to evacuate, but I stayed behind because there were many looters waiting for people to leave and they were staying behind. I was on an upper floor so the water didn’t reach me. The next day I walked on the beach to look at the debris and take pictures. This version is very sparse of details. I did many versions of this: some explicit and some implicit. The dilemma I had was that I wanted the reader to understand a few things. She went out into the storm to take pictures and was killed. He doesn’t want to believe that she’s dead but the signs are there. He wanted her to use the present he gave her so he feels guilty that she drowned. Giving love to the seagull shows he knows he’s dealing with her ghost. In some of the drafts I specified these aspects explicitly. This vague one seems like a risk. It feels right in an emotional reaction to a hidden truth but I keep wondering if I’m the only one who knows what’s going on. It’s hard for me to read this fresh like a stranger who is not the author. I try to un-know what I know to see if it works.

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