I dont want to be flesh
I want to be sky again
I dont want to be skin and bone
and teeth and eyes
I want to be yellow clouds
sprinkled across pink skies
My Anger
churns
like the engines
of this train
I asked her
if the way she was feeling
was about a guy
and she replied
'partly'
and now I dont want to be
heart and mind
anymore
I want to be sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feeling you completely...well done.