First you frustrated about collecting Nici
at eleven tonight, sitting up till it is time to
go, not even enjoying a glass of wine –
then visitors for tomorrow
An arrogant and self-centred, bombastic,
loud person – flattens everyone with a
four-wheel drive of conversation that
doesn’t leave anyone
Room to breathe - when I was warned
not to eat anything wrong in order to
serve HER tomorrow, I ate a bread
roll and pork ribs in revolt
Although I feel bad, I’m also self-
destructively glad that I won’t be
able to serve her well; it is terrible
when someone rides roughshod
Over everyone else and every sentence
starts with ‘ I, me, my’ to inform what she
did, thought and felt; moving through
such a horrible hurricane of egoism
Is quite difficult – but I might get away by
bringing fairytales into the conversation,
most people are relieved when I withdraw
after mentioning fairies in stories
How wonderful to be frustrated together,
frustrated and irritated because our
freedom is curtailed!
25 April 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem