Why am I always this way?
Just a film on a loop,
projecting in the dark
of a girl on a swing
being tossed by her own weight,
and the weight of the world.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
For a minute she's alive
then with one swift movement
she's flying backwards in time
making the same mistakes
over and over
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem