THE TABLE IS SET
I'm setting the table, the same as
every night,
putting things in the places where they're
expected to be. Silverware and napkins,
glasses and plates. The bottle of wine
and a little bit of water. As you know,
I'm setting the table for you as well.
The same as every night. I leave just
enough room for our exhausted bodies.
We eat while we watch television
from the sofa. We catch up on world
news and each other. We seldom tell
the real truth. We don't exactly lie either.
We adapt everything that has happened
to an abridged version of reality
without jeopardizing anything.
Fully aware that life refuses to be
fathomed or forced by life itself.
(Poem translated by D. Sam Abrams)
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