she got divorced and moving on with her life
for a third husband and she says she is careful now
not about love, because there is none since the first husband
but about money
outsmarted she goes bankrupt and now moving on in another place
las vegas, the city that never sleeps
the insomniac
keeps her accounts intact, from now on she tells herself while
sleeping alone in her new apartment
there shall only be use, abuse, disuse, and uselessness
sad, bad news i suppose
but she's real, her tears are salty and her sobs sounding like
a dog howling at midnight
not looking for another mate but who knows?
she's full time American now, and no one stops her from doing what
could have been, but not yet, she says, can be must be and will be
soonest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem