you feel like all wrapped up
you dream of a very cold running river
you undress,
remove everything
underwear
whatever
somehow you go beyond it
you shed off
skin and
flesh
and you arrive at this last feeling
that you finally
want to show them
bones
your bones
and veins
wanting to find out
what ugliness
brings
will those spectators
continue
dissecting you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem