You twist the maniglia...

Poem written by Saad El-Asha on Tuesday 18, September 2018

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You twist the maniglia (In my city, they call it Manawailla) and see your father fast asleep. He's been snoring for a few minutes but now he's kept his peace. You wonder whether you should think it's funny that you've come into existence because – and in spite of – this man, and Whether you should think the same of your mother. Would you think it's funny at all? Suddenly, it's none of your parents' business, nor it is of how you use broken Italian for certain objects; I twist the door knob and see my father fast asleep, I keep the light on and write what I should and would think, bearing in mind the insignificance of that light, as opposed to the assumed significance of his/her dream.
   

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    Interesting. A peculiar, I think, observation. You are expressing some profound thoughts here.
    Thanks, man.