Tuesday morning, June 11, 2024 at 7: 47 a.m.
Tell me what you are about?
Affecting casualness, being blazee—
two things you absolutely are not mixed,
mixed up in a tiny-little English actress body
playing parts, bit parts, played badly, badly affecting,
effecting naught? I know who you really are, pulling
you apart bit by bit to your growing chagrin—grin,
keep playing … casual, blazee …. As to your looks,
well … park that thought in a parking space reserved
for future poems … you knowing you are well-deserving.
Who are you? You are an affected and egotistical
liar/manipulator, a little snot-nosed little girl/actor who
affects
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem