....................................Monday Night 3 November 2008
Crying when I got home – Kingsley Centre too hot,
hot, hot, perspiring, flushing face, nauseous from
heat, crying in shock; they said the air conditioning
was good, but I’m suffering
Hot and feverish - tomorrow seek ice, doing something
for coolness; today desperate, allergy caused by beer
chicken grilling, not rational at all; so uncomfortable,
life is no fun this way
Tried to escape into a fantasy, tried to remain calm,
nothing worked, felt completely devastated, like I was
in standard two primary school – nine years old, asbestos
class room, started shaking
Too hot in summer and too cold in winter, always tired,
sitting down in fatigue – today I felt the same thing; so
tired, so very, very tired, if tomorrow is the same, I’ll
cry again…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how it's kind of rushed - - like you couldn't get your thoughts out fast enough. Very cool. xxsjg