A man films his wife descending their outdoor staircase. She’s flattered because she’s always wanted to be a model. The steps creak. She thinks he resembles a dwarf aiming up from the driveway. She wishes she’d married another man. The dwarf tells her to return to the top when she’s halfway down because he needs to reset her lighting. She spins around. The steps seem taller and more difficult to climb. Her ring finger throbs at the joint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem