Now I am afraid of this scar,
And another picture: the other students are holding
Starfish in their upturned hands,
Asking how they can be so easily divided.
And the music boxes are
Holding kites.
While, today, I made love to a girl with two bullet holes,
And then I went to see the principal,
But in between them I wrote some poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem