I want to slither,
scrape my space
under the earth.
And to be forgotten.
The public is a podium
looking at me -
gossips everywhere;
those eyes are daggers.
It was shameful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to be scrutinized under the lime light. Oh, but one has to command the scene. Otherwise, you're nobody. and i guarantee you looked beautiful doing it. xxsjg