Am I far away to you? Not much
Bus plus ferry plus tram
Am I forbidden to you? Don’t exaggerate
Whenever I look in your eyes
The irreversibility of a recently dug tunnel
I am child to you, let it be
I like to be a nuisance when I’m with you
I am anxious to you, I know
I make a fuss sometimes, Miss
I am inclined to you, don’t move
Like one wave merging into another wave
I am night and day to you
The wicked fox of hesitation
I am wistful to you
We haven’t met each other too late, have we?
I am maybe trouble to you
Will you manage to start again from zero?
I am a blank white paper to you
The smell of a newly sharpened pencil
I am now to you
The enthusiasm of a watch that’s just been repaired
I am later to you, always to you, you to you
I am ‘let’s go’ to you
Are you sure?
I am a basic question put
To you
Trans. By Robyn Marsack