I am not a poet, Sonya I inspect
the fragrant feet of younger ladies—
While deafness hums as a little motor
I watch her stand in the shower
holding her breasts
in her hands like two small explosions.
I am her boy drowning.
In this country he does not know
the word for "drowning" and yells:
"I am diving for the last time!"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For the last time! Thanks for sharing.