Hate'd be too strong a word...
as in I hate it when people say, 'if things were different'.....
now and again that statement, 'well'....she says,
pulling free the fingernails imbedded in her palms....
but wait...
how could that be accomplished? .....
a third hand, fist unclenched.......but whose hand? ....
.you see, in some instances that kind of
if
is easy to hate.....
(but anyone,
any one at all can say whatever they want to say, yes? .....)
no, no physiological rarity.....
not new....
not not not.....
but it hurts more than those self-inflicted stigmadiddlies......if they existed.....in the same reigned-in forest.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem