in the hour after you left
your brother coughed & slurped his soup
& argued with Arnold Schwarzeneger.
Arnold was talking through a glass tube
& fifteen years of mayhem but he was winning,
which leads me to how the house
was full of the absence of you.
this must be what it will be like
when you stride through the door to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem