I don't pay much attention to time,
I guess this then is time's problem,
which I guess this then is why my time is marked by
attention defecit hyperactivity disorder.
Some people claim to have no time,
when, in fact, it is their most jealously guarded possession.
When time is supposed to be on watch,
it masquerades as an innocent clock,
going 'tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock',
though it will just watch,
not even bothering to feign shock,
when we escape to the past,
whether it be permanently or temporarily,
thanks to a fake made in Thailand
or being swallowed by quick sand,
laughing at our supposed modernity,
as though we were
in fact, a drag queen named Eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem