I want to feel nervous, sweat.
I want to be uncomfortable, forgettable
I'd lose.
I want to die in the desert,
drink sand and see stars.
Let's say we're alone.
We're in a desert
with fine chalkdust sand,
it floats in the air around us,
mist in every laboured breath.
Inhale
Exhale
more dust
What if we were in the sea
If I'd known,
I'd never have learned to swim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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