We'd been to
the Van Gogh
museum
and Dalya
said let's go
get coffee
so we did
and talked of
what we'd seen
the paintings
and the books
and the prints
there for sale
I've got a
large print of
Sunflowers
I told her
bought it last
year at some
small art shop
then she talked
about the
Yank woman
whom she shared
her tent with
back at base
all she talks
about is
whom she's fucked
and who she'd
nearly did
every night
the same thing
I am not
in the least
concerned
about her
sexual
life such as
it may be
all I want
is to sleep
but she yaks
in that drawl
on and on
Dalya said
and I guessed
I wasn't
on the list
of names the
Yank woman
talked about
wanting to
have sex with
which was good
because I
don't think that
Dalya would
have liked that
but Van Gogh's
Sunflowers
was liked by
both of us
even if
I wasn't
on the list
sometimes it's
just good not
to be named
and be missed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem