and I said okay, just let me
grab my Labello, that'll make it
a lot easier to talk
and before he could notice
what was going on I slid into my handbag.
Sank to the bottom past
mascara, tissues, our as yet to be signed
partnership contract
and reached the bottom of my bag.
That's where I sat down. And now and then
gazed up and saw a desperate
male hand groping for me. That hand
I called God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem