she’s 18 and a little fat
ok, maybe she’s 19.
but young still and full of life,
which makes me feel both
glad and guilty.
she’s easy like all the others.
for some reason,
I’m charming,
for some reason I get what I want
and for some reason
I only think that
maybe I
like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem