I a...
...wake
covered in glorious glitter
smelling strongly of PVA glue
sticking to my cheek
very
hung
over
& covered in blueorange
yellowred feathers
a bubble
recently blown
perched upon
my nose
I...still....half coma...tose
tiny bubbles travel
amongst my curls
as through
a bigger bubble brightly
nestling neatly
over my right eye
I observe
my tiny daughter
purse her lips
& kiss
more bubbles
into being.
“Till...y! ”
I force my lips
(still frozen in sleep)
to some
how speak:
“What...you...do? ”
(even my syntax and sentence structuring is shot)
She smiles sweetly: “I’m
...pretty-ing you! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem