Don’t try to drown me in your ignorance
because I have learned to breathe.
In the depths of anguish
Gills have grown from my vulnerability.
I can swim now.
The hands that used to touch you are fins.
I am the unsinkable and undrownable
mistake you have made.
You will drown, and alone
in your own regret.
(Curitiba – 25 October,1994)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem