you don't like when i pinch my lip,
because i'm about to say something
that's over your head
and you can't duck when it's my voice
goose? yes-
you chase me harder
than a ghost
who thinks i have their shovel-
had i been a bee
you'd convince me
i'm better off without honey
and shoo me away from the hive
high five that-
you know you want to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem