Birthday
In the doorway of
a restaurant
music plays behind me,
dancers move to
a Finnish tango.
Glitter on the ceiling,
happy faces,
a few drinks more and
wrong words uttered,
steel blades glint in
the knuckled hands of my
dysfunctional relatives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hahha...i like the last couple lines...good description of a family event