i haven’t been inspired
to write much lately,
and most of what
i’ve forced myself
to write has been
lackluster.
all i’ve been
doing is
staring at
the horizon
and smoking
cheap cigarettes
and
hoping that
there is some
kind of respite
where the sun
is stowed away
to sleep,
and that maybe
there is room
for two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem