once i wanted to choose,
a place, a person to be with,
where i cannot be hurt
where no harsh word can be said,
it always ends upon a nook, where
i am always disappointed, and
so, i have decided to try something
else, to choose myself, and listen,
to enjoy my coffee alone by my window
read a book and position myself
wherever i need to, or want to,
or when it gets too static or
sometimes boring, i stand and
undress myself and sleep in bed
naked. And here, i am not adjusting
to anybody, just me and my body,
in the comfort of our privacy,
as i go back to the page that i left,
read the book again, under the
lamp just beside my pillow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem