By Nelly Shmukler (nelly303@yahoo.com)
Date: 2 May 1998

My Naked Girl

Spinning spinning circles in my head 
Lots of roses on the bed 
A naked girl stood in the hall 
A dirty mind was in the drawer.  
The clouds rolled out into my eyes 
A deep set mind all open wide. 
My lips turned blue 
And so my eyes looked down. 
I shook my head to look away. 
But still she stood looking at me. 
A naked body with the shadow of a tree. 
I miss my home. 
I miss my friend. 
I miss my mother I never had. 
The place I loved – 
The things I didn’t know, -
The things I just learned 
They made me grow.  
But I’m no taller than before, 
Just left with scars. 
I cover cover; 
Cover it with my head, 
I cover it with my blanket 
As I lay in bed. 
Look and dream of that one day. 
My life will end; 
Into the air my body will flow.  
Those will follow, those will glow.  
Never forgetting that one look 
That meant it all before she spoke.  
No lips were moved, 
No words were said 
But I knew it all was in my head. 
Those dreams at night and those at day 
Come to an end this special day.  
I’ll make some cream and fill my pie 
And lay in bed and eat it dry.  
A glass of water handed to me 
Will sit there still and look right through me. 
I’m still that same girl I never was.  
I’m still that same girl that nearly froze. 
She stood there still and made a dance 
A dance so cheap…
Across the fence there was a boy 
Who’d pay a thousand to be next door.  
And so the dance she danced for me 
Was something special moving me.  
Nothing could make me, who I am, 
Nothing could make me smile like that dance.  
And still remembering that bed of roses 
Pasted on my cardboard bed 
I look inside and thank this person 
That I finally met.