Last week, she took a Louisville
Slugger and slaughtered over one hundred
cans of Campbell's Cream of Reality
soup at the Circle K outside Bloody Basin, Arizona.
Medusa in the morning.
Starving piranha at noon.
Cleopatra in the moonlight.
Destiny Dalton's eyes set lizards afire.
Her smile makes angels scream.
Whenever she kisses a man, the lights
in every city west of Denver
flicker and die.
Why this happens puzzles
some people, but the truth is,
every watt of electricity west
of the Continental Divide
goes into her kisses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem