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I hate you truly. Truly I do.
Everything about me hates everything about you.
The flick of my wrist hates you.
The way I hold my pencil hates you.
The sound made by my tiniest bones were they trapped
in the jaws of a moray eel hates you.
Each corpuscle singing in its capillary hates you.

Look out! Fore! I hate you.

The blue-green jewel of sock lint I’m digging
from under my third toenail, left foot, hates you.
The history of this keychain hates you.
My sigh in the background as you explain relational databases
hates you.
The goldfish of my genius hates you.
My aorta hates you. Also my ancestors.

A closed window is both a closed window and an obvious
symbol of how I hate you.

My voice curt as a hairshirt: hate.
My hesitation when you invite me for a drive: hate.
My pleasant “good morning”: hate.

You know how when I’m sleepy I nuzzle my head
under your arm? Hate.
The whites of my target-eyes articulate hate. My wit
practices it.
My breasts relaxing in their holster from morning
to night hate you.
Layers of hate, a parfait.
Hours after our latest row, brandishing the sharp glee of hate,
I dissect you cell by cell, so that I might hate each one
individually and at leisure.
My lungs, duplicitous twins, expand with the utter validity
of my hate, which can never have enough of you,
Breathlessly, like two idealists in a broken submarine.

(Julie Sheehan)

နင့္ကို ငါမုန္းတယ္

နင့္ကို ငါမုန္းတယ္။ အမွန္တကယ္ မုန္းတာ။
ငါနဲ ့ပတ္သတ္သမွ်အရာရာက နင္နဲ ့ပတ္သတ္သမွ် အရာရာကို မုန္းတယ္။

ငါ့လက္ေကာက္၀တ္လွဳပ္ရွားမွဳက နင့္ကို မုန္းတယ္။
ခဲတံကို ငါကိုင္ေနတဲ့ပံုစံက နင့္ကို မုန္းတယ္။

ငါ့ရဲ ့အေသးမႊားဆံုး အရုိးေလးေတြက ထြက္လာတဲ့အသံက နင့္ကို မုန္းတယ္။
သူ ့ဆံျခည္မွ်င္ ေသြးျပြန္ေလးေတြထဲမွာသူ သီခ်င္းဆိုေနတဲ့ ေသြးဥေလးတိုင္းက နင့္ကို မုန္းတယ္။

ေပာာဒီ ေသာ့တြဲေလးရဲ ့ရာဇ၀င္က နင့္ကို မုန္းတယ္။
ပိတ္ထားတဲ့ ျပတင္းတစ္ခုပာာ ပိတ္ထားတဲ့ျပတင္းတစ္ခုလည္း ျဖစ္သလို
ငါနင့္ကို ၁ာယ္ေလာက္မုန္းတယ္ဆိုတဲ့ သေကၤတ
လည္း ျဖစ္တယ္။

ငါရဲ ့မဂၤလာပါ လို ့နွဳတ္ဆက္တဲ့အသံ-အမုန္း
နင္သိလား ငါအိပ္ခ်င္မူးတူးျဖစ္ေနတဲ့အခါ နင့္လက္ေမာင္းေအာက္မွာ ငါ့ေခါင္းကို ၁ာယ္လိုမွီလိုက္လဲ- အမုန္း
မနက္ကေန ညအထိ နွလံုးသားကို သိမ္းဆည္းထားတဲ့ငါ့ရင္ညြန္ ့က နင့္ကို မုန္းတယ္။

ငါနင့္ကို ဆဲလ္တစ္ခုခ်င္း ခြဲစိတ္ျဖတ္ေတာက္ျကည့္ေနတယ္။ တစ္ခုခ်င္းကို တစ္ခုစီ ငါမုန္းနုိင္ေအာင္လို ့။

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