for Maya
Increasingly unsatisfied
by my own usual poems,
I think about writing newly,
telling you what I’ve
done that matters most.
I don’t know where to begin:
early/late, political/not.
I do know I want to write
What I will want to read.
(29 MAR 11, Santa Clara CA)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem