she is mad because i take in
an insane electrician of the house connections
and yes there are explosions like the fourth of July
short circuits here and there
and the kitchen burns itself
so much go out
i let out what we had stored for years
and then we go out of the house laughing hard
we simply get rid what we do not need and then we become too light
and happier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem