Everything’s Fine, John

It’s evening, John—
following the daily routine,
the stages of the day are settled.
TV turned off,
the door locked—
and the chain is hooked.
The children at school,
time in the office,
car to the garage,
and windless outside.
Pushing the blanket aside—
money transfers; and Jan’s birthday.

 

In my clean, round handwriting,
tomorrow’s calendar complete—
it’s just your daily paper that I
always forget to cancel.

I’m living, John—
and getting through the day without you.

Translation: James Copeland
Additional Consultant: Thanassis Karanikolas

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