one time
i told my body i do not want you
your arms are loose
like flaps of paper about to fly away
you have an ugly pair of eyes
i do not want to stare at you
it's horrible
your legs are not of the same length
the floors complain
my body is mute
it does not talk but somehow it feels the pain
which pains me too
we are connected
but i do not really know where
for i claim with pride
which perhaps humiliates it
that i am
not this body but this spirit
the body's eyes
gave forth tears
somehow
i feel that sourness
we are not
that distant.
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