'Wait a minute', she said,
like it was my fault,
'you mean the Titanic was REAL? '
My attention snapped open like a fan.
The question made me queasy.
I could feel her fingernails
digging into my arm.
'Well, I thought it was', I shrugged,
'but, then, maybe it wasn't.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem