For Convenience

In the middle of tedium
A yawner stretches, lifting
Naked arms behind the head
Offers fabulous armpits and so
Sparks a sudden desire.

Who are you
Then?

The other person goes by translator
Which is an easier thing to call oneself. And no lie.
Currently is translating from the untranslated.
Who wouldn’t? Rears
Equally up on virtual forelegs, retorting:
I am rather a translator.

Lighting an unlit room is like creating it
And inventing a room is like parting the drapes.
Whatever happens
Is lit, and no idea if created.
Living up to that is good enough
And it is bliss enough to see
A little armpit hair elicit wishes
– No translation –
In the middle of tedium.

Face to face, two
Foreign languages
Abide.


June 2, 2012