My Final Joy Poem by Suki Nakamura
My Final Joy
at first it was a mere
pushing &
pulling of my ring
in my finger
i like the feeling
of the rubbing
and the sound of
a hush of hard metal
to my skin
and then i feel
so dissatisfied
so empty like i am
an air inside a cellophane
i feel the
itch and i scratch it
until finally i decided
to throw the
wedding ring away
i am firm
i will not look for it
on any day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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