a poem.
not a legal treatise
surprisingly a poem
that she posts in a blog
spots of her own blood
staining
spits of her own mouth
streaking
circles and triangles of
stories of her
longings and anxieties
though some speak of her
simple joys in life
and when we meet again
in class
we forget what we are
on the other hand
we go back to serious business
law and order
rights and obligations
cases to read
points to argue
perhaps a poem
i could have told her
could simply be a diversion
tactic
for what we shy away
and then we target the real thing
bow and arrow
bullet and gun for a kill
to get at the top
and be silent again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem