I have become distance,
dimming on a regular basis
in the eyes of family and friends.
I walk long aimless walks
on sidewalks that have seen
much worse than my life has seen.
The other worlds, the ones that
house our doppelgangers,
open regularly (though to know
your own face is no great feat) .
The sidewalks spread and the
neighborhoods blur, fade, and pull
back into focus.
Everything for sale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem