Mozart soothes me
almost as much as knowing
that the glass in my bed prevents
me from sleeping in my own bed,
I’m comforted by the strangeness
of knowing that I will sleep alone
in the spare bedroom
where the bed isn’t big enough for
two so perhaps because of the glass
me alone
is supposed to be,
like Mozart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem