what used not to hurt
begins to feel
you keep it inside
hoping that it will just shrink
and be gone
it spreads and you hide it with a
scarf or a hood
it spreads some more like a woman's long
black hair which the wind catches
that smell that it brings to the sea
to another island
where the one who really loves you
smells and comes back to take you
away from me
as i get stuck on the mud of my own feet
deceived by the fairies of
my own pride
slowly eating me like the pizza
with cheese still hanging on your chin
waiting to be cleaned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem