she criti
sized me up
smearing petals on my arm
blood flowers
darting poisoned minds
she criti
culled me from my euth
anasia.
plucked
we sit on the couch for hours
and kiss with eyes wide open
she rubs the flowers into the moon
and when i close my eyes
the spots are prickly asses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem