the decision to change
for the better-
like getting rid of a fat body
and having a new athletic
fit one
all for health and all for beauty
and all for the good guts inside us
what is it like Sammy?
I am not a snake
but i read it
and then i know how it feels to molt
like one
with all the accompanying pains
the moment
you shed off
skin.
in this ponderous moment
i am shedding off an old self
and like a tree that sheds of
all its old leaves
you do not have to tell me how i look
a tree without leaves all fingers now
bare, thin, dry,
but praying for the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem