What they want
is a dent in their mattress
for a steady keel while they are sleeping
they want to struggle
to figure out what's in the corner
or on the surface of the other
to be able to sniff past
the listerine and to the
marijuana laced breath of the other
they will settle
for foreign hands on their bodies
for other impressions to interpret
their wet or dry dreams
they want to pose with another
whose eye color is a better match
for a their own up-do hair styles...
they will need a human heart
to explain to them their own hearts.
What do I want?
I want to live where I only need
turtle necks...and red wine
and straight lines
I will need to walk with bare hills
and not fret too much
about the snow or water beneath them
and If love so happens
to find me in route
I want to look at him
and feel affection completely
I will not be satisfied to delude
any more or less than this
for the well-planted waves
of my great imagination
...because I no longer bleed
or need to weave stairs of anecdotes
for backyard grills or Christmas dinners
I'll pass on short, tiara-crowned fantasies
and illuminated, but still hidden promises
I will only settle to look back at love
and feel from it what I feel.
-Anarda Nashai
author of School Girl
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem