She tells her beads
a litany of loneliness
prays to God
that he will not leave her
forsaken like this
without love
without knowing
another's body
holding her tight
in the night.
'My God...my God! '
she cries
but God only laughs
demands she goes down
on her knees &
worship only him
forsaking all
her dreams
a kiss
a lover's touch
her name on another's breath.
She listens to
the children's voices
play cards
scream:
'Old Maid...Old Maid! '
She cries
in the hellish dark
until weariness & whiskey
hush her to sleep.
Tomorrow, she will
get up
&...feed pigs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem