Trapeze girl of the
Stripper joint
Swinging out the window.
Tourists enticing!
$20s tucked everywhere.
$100 bill or three...
Little girl, little girl,
Do you remember me...
Merry-go-round at
Recess...
Hide and Seek at noon.
Costumes and boas
Left behind at dawn...
She wakes her little
Princess,
Packs a little memory...
Crunchy peanut butter
And thick, grape jelly.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A loving account of the life of a woman in survival mode. The way I read it, the 'little girl' might either be a daughter or herself. In either case, food makes its way to the table.