jalousie windows
shut up like a woman
finally stopping to
speak and
nag
a little blue fan keeps
giving you air
you breathe
you think
you exclude and include
you deduce and induce
apostrophies. and commas.
you take the freedom
of syllabication.
something is wrong
in this house and
we are not talking.
a bonsai plant
on top of your table.
a cell phone on a silent mode.
the letters on the keyboard and your fingers
make love.
a poem is born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem