Reviewing the Résumé
Mornings
there’s the least resistance
My worker-father
confers with himself
Then the doorbell rings
Then a lightning bolt
The backstabber
happens by
In Dad’s room
the weather is at home
Always ledger-filled
Always smoke-filled
At times one felt
it would be dreadful and meaningful
Of course there’s that letter to the father
it says in so many words the tree is already green
he makes our air by taking water and light
and it is something—breathtaking
Won’t you come and behold the icy deadness?
You can barely reveal yourself once a day
Translated by Mary Jo Bang
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