The little things in my bag that constructs me
gradually, bit, by bit, shards of my everyday life
My bank statements, the forms and bills, a notebook
that reads “Things to do”, cards of my everyday life
A pepper spray, a Swiss knife, my security card for that
stalker, who may lurk behind, guards of my everyday life
A lip liner, compact, a kohl pencil, a hurried smudging
to face the made –up- world, facades of my everyday life
My ipod full of Leonardo Cohen music, scribbled poems
“The Golden Gate” by Vikram Seth, bards of my everyday life
My cell phone, messages from friends, and one from “have been”
My mom’s eight frantic missed calls, retards of my everyday life
These are things that make me and unmake me, the little things
That I fold back away from you and keep shards of my everyday life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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