...so finally i attended
the wedding
i doubted my ability to
be present
and witness the kissing
couple
sadly i was not touched
thinking about someone
else
whom i think had always
been preoccupied
with anger
i always drink a lot and
eat some more
wanting to damage myself
slowly
dying
if only to forget what truth
lies there
inside that box of
feathers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem