twisted like a ribbon, my mind
assessing my living
space
and tumbling into faces, lit red in the sun—reflections
off the water, the same lives
wading in and out and through and was i
through
the tormented torrent of that list they made me say and i
prayed for light
and love.
and fear.
where do I go from here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem