she told me a few variables then
kept nine secrets for herself
she asked me for three words
that i could not give her
she scattered my nines and
turned my weekends into a
dewey decimaled drama
she gave me her digits in a dimly
lit bar while drinking saki and
putting her makeup on with
paint by numbers.
sudoku take your cubed gray
lined face off of my front
porch for good.
That's so clever! I laughed out load-and it took me toward the end to figure it out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! I love the way you fuse images to create extended figures of speech. The opening lines alone make a capsule character sketch and suggest depths to Sudoku's personality which make her almost frightening. No, it's not almost, she is frightening to those who might try to manipulate her. She strikes as the kind of person who needs constant stimulation from those she's with, or she'll split. She wouldn't be willing to patiently wade through the Getting to Know You stage. Whooosh - she's gone, and whether you're relieved or bummed says a lot about you.