Saturday night, December 31,2022 at 7 p.m.
He's just an idea. A face connected
to infatuation. He is not real to her.
He knows this now. Like tangled hair,
her thoughts and emotions about him
are tangled: midaregami. No one but
she knows exactly what she's thinking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem