I dreamt last night
of vomiting uncontrollably.
And I woke to get the call—
Michael, Dawn passed away. Call Jamie.
A second ago I was vomiting
I couldn’t stop.
And now I’m on the phone—
Michael, Dawn passed away. Call Jamie.
I don’t know where I am.
Michael
Where’s the bathroom door?
Dawn passed away.
I can’t.
Calling: Jamie Mobile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deja Vu or coincidence? or other meaning because i can understand this piece with different taste...whatever it is nice to see the way u twisted the style...Unique!