Some photo. Skilled eye that took it.
The many smart and sorry things
Around its premise. They said
None of it was real. It didn't really happen.
The new rectification of names, is it?
They must be right.
But to save your husband's dignity
You grab all the housekeeping money and your kids
And you run from your country. For good.
Carefully getting out of bed this morning
Suddenly I realise it's the year 2009.
I take a shot of cigarette and coffee.
I write maybe 30 poems a year.
I get a reasonable return.
I think maybe that's pretty good.
