3: 30 pm is break time,
a chance to sit down, eat lunch and watch ESPN.
A high pitched yelp common to office commotion.
Muscles contract as deliberate and instinctive
as a cat upon its prey.
Three more times it cries out for help.
Teeth within centimeters.
"Liu's Garden. Can I help you? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem