Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.
Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.
Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony.
Have not heard much of you in ages.
Still memories crop up for a while.
I wanted nemesis from you.
Talking of blue and white clouds
love has many moods.
Devastated by a burning moon
I was wishing a watery burial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the car we listened to one dead voice after another all the way to the airport. You said something about a map of the past, where the streets all had different names. Or traveled east and west when we were heading due south. The rain lashed. My tires grew bald.