and so we met
in new york
we ate sashimi
for 70 dollars
total
i learn about
your poverty
how you once
lost yourself
in a train
your husband
could not fetch you
i learned that
Diego got a divorce
remained
single
enjoying life in
a hub pub
' i don't like
kids, and i
want to live
alone'
thus says
the new yorker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is amazingly drafted poem is shared here.10