we watched Modern family
with salsa and chips
and the facts of life
and I'm sprawled out
ready for bed
looking at my fat stomach
listening to it growl and splosh
and my wife asks
'why did Patrick say he'd never marry Nicole? '
'I don't know.'
'do you know why? '
'I don't know.'
and she gets back to her ritual
of teethbrushing and a thousand other things
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem