I've seen a man microwave a sponge.
A woman horde baby's clothing.
Cubicles.
Two drink maximums.
I've seen their schools and their churches.
I've drank cigarette butts
and dined on women's feet.
Seen bloodstained toilets and bathtubs.
Licked champagne off of breasts
and kissed away black tears.
I've smelled and tasted copper.
There isn't more meaning
on either side
of this railroad coin,
but I like mine better.
The way that the greasy,
saw-toothed edge
rolls into the slot
and finds its home in the pile.
It feels right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wonderful poem shared on life topic. Wisely narrated the theme.10