A root-beer float; a float in a parade; afloat in the atmosphere; a floating brain; a drift of snow; catch my drift. Adrift in a tangle of seaweed, flotsam on an alien shore, sure enough: sure-footed Cher on a naval vessel bearing her naval, vitamin C in an old tin cup. A-cups, B-cups, the salty cusp of arrival. Bare with me. An infinite number of stars. Margaret moves to Mars, episode one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem