she is mad at me
and i wonder
how was i not able to separate
her being a woman from being a poetess?
is it her lust or her love?
she says 13 inches is smaller
and i just can't get why should she not make
me comment on her creations anymore?
why i have become so indelicate?
is it because my hair is curly?
or my pubic hair too thick?
does she dare touch the most delicate part
of my body?
we are far and she is too sensitive
we have not seen each other and yet she is filled with anger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem