After I die
some will mourn
Others will put on the face of mourning
They’ll gather together at two o’clock
and be home for dinner.
They’ll be wondering what’s for dinner.
Maybe they planned ahead and defrosted something.
Meanwhile, I’ll still be dead,
and all of my passions and sexual adventures and
school exams and career choices and career dead-ends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem