On the edge of
a water-logged body,
I stew,
lampooned by
lackadaisical lovers who
have no idea what
little pleasure
they bring me,
beyond the racy dollar-store
negligees I try on
temporarily,
giving cranky housewives
a well-deserved chance
to raise babies and bake bread.
Too big for anyone
to care anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such sadness very evoative and well written ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]: O)