there deep in the why was my cut;
and you drank, too intoxicated was i.
the deal that you made while i slept.
and your dream when it came, i honored.
bands here around my heart, heaving up
the weight and bright lights, split my chest.
and the length of the one, your hand, a fist
do i see with each eye, when it's closed.
and then i wake, that cold puddle, is real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
did you marry her when drunk? see why drinking is bad... i like the forced pauses.