You almost made out
that day
but her parents
came home early
and you had to sit
all boiled up
while they came in
and greeted you
with their middleclass kindness
not knowing
you had almost
made out
with their daughter
who sat next to you
like some pious nun
preparing for prayer
and her mother said
how about some coffee?
You’ll stay for tea
won’t you?
Sure you said
that’d be nice
and she went off
to the kitchen
while the father
stood gazing at you
his middle class pretensions
and memories
of his own youth
maybe gave him
a clue as to
what may have happened
while they were out
or not
as the case
may have been
and he said gruffly
how are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice! I remember those days!
Thank you very much