it is hard to relate
too taxing since
a name is asked
and you have to tell
a name
or if you are not ready
you make a
hoax
invent as many names
as you can
to suit
a particular situation
you can be filled with
guilt sometimes
but it is a normal
choice
to avoid a complication
you become familiar
to all these
you find yourself stranded
a place with no name
people without tags
bodies without tattoos
societies without taboos
you write in your diary
happiness in anonymity
doors without numbers
houses with numerous exits
you reveal that once
they ask for you name
and what you can give
is only a very long stare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem