Your body was good and brown:
Your body was as good as any woman’s
Under house surrounded by the indigenous landscaping;
And at the pools of your swimming night, my scars
Looked nice,
Laid out on the other side of the wall from the table and chairs:
The house that had a television, the house that had
A wife,
And the pool lay in unused shadows, the canal behind
In a constellation of twin red stars;
And I dreamed that you were my wife, while the entire
Population slept, so that they could not believe that they would
Have to awaken and go to school tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem