I listen to a drama major
say she doesn't know any
playwrights
I ask about Sophocles and
Shakespeare
she talks about her friend's
play in high school
and how great it was.
How he wanted her to be
the “dark girl”
she’s trying to be tough
as she sits on the left side
of my loveseat
looking fifteen
she’s not been in
any theatrical event
since high school
we go outside and smoke
I touch my ear and notice
it’s bleeding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting and subtle the play of relationships with a touch of humor and a touch of sarcasm all in all an insightful poem with a fine flow