i squat similar to indian chief
use my finger to draw an abstract
on semi-wet sand; i am unskilled
i'm tracing your name; i can't write
without lifting my fingers on lower case
so as my very long name; lip-tied
i use my palm to erase everything
sharp edge of shell scratch me
i feel the pain but it didn't bleed
it is there but you can only touch
just like what you're feeling now
your smile has mask it pretty well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem