Because
i don't know who you are
i don't know where you come from
i don't know what you are intending to talk to
i don't know where you are going to
i don't know what your name is
i don't know which email you are using
i don't know which credit card you are holding
i don't know what your favouritesare
i don't know which books you have read
i don't know which song you lik best
i don't know which colours you prefer
i don't know which season you prefer
because...because..because....because.... you are a poem.
nyein way
(writtwn in 1978/remade and read at monthly poetry and pasta, ar Carey's House, Beverly Hill, Los Angeles, California, USA,2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem