After Three Weeks. Poem by fanniesson -
After Three Weeks.
I went back;
to her Chinese takeout,
Domino's Pizza suppers.
After three weeks.
Back to her Doctor Phil,
non-stop reality t/v,
and limited housekeeping.
Lived out of those re-packed suitcases,
until everything in them made its way
back into dresser drawers.
Until one day, I was completely home again,
no signs of ever leaving.
Wearing two-day old underwear
and three-day-old socks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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