I never intended to get out of our bed, And back into your world, But I like taking chances, You said I’d make a great translation, But you were wide of the mark. What do they call me in private? Am I a parrot they mock? You knew enough, but just couldn’t find the words. They were hidden in those heavy books, Between the typeset we couldn’t read. My voice has the habit of talking to your bones, I cannot control the secrets they disclose, I just know, the price is heavy. I became their knotted kite, caught on wire, You and I, cannot educate the wind, It has developed a habit with me. But I am committed to this death, That postpones, like a legend’s rise This is the life I have dreamed of, It should come as no surprise. You won’t believe me, but They’ll come alive again. I’ll conjure their imperfections, Till they’re bleeding, clean as teeth, I will learn the way your living And I will not be forgiving. These soaps are foaming with calm, This tub is balancing my weight, And the froth you summoned. You couldn’t translate the words, But I never blamed you.
