an intimacy
(an euphemism for something else)
maximized in
fifteen or so
minutes is equivalent to
a lifetime of shame
and regret
(an overstatement of
cowardice)
and so the die is cast,
I'd better be alone
and happy
but you may follow me
so that we can be professional
loners
together
who knows if the curse of law
tomorrow
shall gnaw?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem