My imagined life:
All the photos in the hall
football games in the park on Sundays
birthday songs and squeals of laughter.
With a red carnation on his lapel,
dark glasses and a menthol cigarette
he takes your hand and I nearly die.
I envy him; This icon and hero of our times
who takes it allfrom me so easily and with
such panache.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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