So am I still you friend if
- if I poke your eye?
A toddler's bold experiment,
that's existential
without mean intent.
What if I grab or share?
I bite or stroke?
Am I your friend
if I go spread
a lie about you?
High school trials:
who's in? who's out?
What actions, words
yield pride
or guilt or doubt?
What's private?
What is trust?
Respect? and why.
Am I your friend
if I move in your house?
I drink your booze?
Or steal the cash you earn?
Or punch your face?
(I guess I didn't learn)
Or start a rumor?
If I bed your spouse?
The game is still the same,
but if you're wise
you'll sense the pain
as consequences rise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem