I’m cleaning the house today, love,
because it’s snowing outside
and that I understood when you said
this was wrong
but that nothing is really over.
I’m cleaning the house today, love,
and I wanted to tell you that
I went to your gallery opening,
saw the contents of your head on paper
and I wasn’t that impressed.
(it isn’t so flattering anymore, love,
when you say I wear nothing so well.)
I’m cleaning the house today, love,
because you won’t
get gone.
Enclosed please find a bill for my services:
I expect payment in full by the end of the month.
It’s snowing outside, love,
Christmas is on the way,
And I think I might hate you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rather irreverently wonderful, to my mind.t x