Academic journal article Antipodes

This Is What I Remember as Love

Academic journal article Antipodes

This Is What I Remember as Love

Article excerpt

Our love I remember when it was still love,

and could fill our days with amber.

Our love I remember as a jumpy mattress

spread diagonally across an emaciated room

with a too-high ceiling and hungry acoustics.

I remember it felt like the Woodstock

we had never witnessed-

melting wax, rolled cigarettes, cheap wine

and only the flowers in that room

were as fresh as strawberries and sex.

Sprawled, we watched something,

but I don't remember television, or radio,

or computers.

The room was empty of wires

as though we came from other times.

Only a big, brown cassette player

we found in the garbage.

Yet we managed to watch

how they drank themselves, sang themselves,

and broke into the smoky sounds

of Hendrix and Joplin. …

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