there is an injustice
which exists like a pea in my soft bed
and i am so sensitive,
to get rid of the pain
i must learn to forget
to learn forgetting
i must devote myself to some other things
read on a case and absorb the justifications
of the characters
killing without guilt and stealing without
the force
to know how to conceal
and pretend that nothing really happened
to move around just like anyone else
in the park and in the mall
to fly a kite to let the balloons go
to see the baboons in the the zoo
to write a letter that you do not send
to write another story, another poem
to be lost in the woods, to be lost in our words,
to find a lost coin, to refurnish a room
to gather the petals of the sunflower
and say, i love you i love you not
to go to my own place, outside the house
under the sun, sipping a cold orange juice
to sleep alone, and then dream
to recall those dreams and give them meanings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem