and i of course
remember you, Maning
spanish mestizo with
nothing but flesh and torso
as human investment and
here comes Naomi, lonely
woman in her forties,
filthy rich and loveless,
meeting Maning, willing
and healthy physique to
fill her empty life to
the brim, but lust does
not last, and at the end
of this menopausal love,
comes boredom, a teller of
life wasted, use and disuse,
discard and throw away what
was once just a toy to
play with. Out, you dog!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem