No filters. Made coffee, with a ring of
grounds
Reminded of Saturn and that I must return.
It wasn't that he was completely
washed away
or frozen as his son-
The boy with lime-green clothes
But that he was always completely
Taken Taken Taken the
Wrong way-
Grew up wrong-
Left to the undertow to breathe
water and ice
Cutthroat, wielder, dark inventor-
Harsh prickly exposure to a
surname-
Horrific ferris wheels-
A mountain of loose snakes-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem