(listening to public radio)


A man is interviewed

Via translation


I lost my daughter in

The explosion


Here is a picture of her

There are two;


She was twin to the

Daughter I still have


Paper riffles, passing

The photograph back

And forth


Her mother is gone, too


He does not say his



I wonder if he says


“Mother” instead,

Because this is


The relationship that

Must matter now


The mother of his

Living daughter died,


And he must see to

That for her


Or is it that he cannot

Bring himself to say

Again, my wife