she lays on the bed
with a young man she shares
night gowns with
who would be her brother
and not her lover
she has eyes that would drive you to
deal and to not be straight
that you would go to
the penitentiary for
you would want to stay but once more
you don’t have the keys
they fall from your grasp
outside her window
you are a song worth
remembering
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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