If you decided to skip school where would you
Go,
Overpowered in your ideas to be alone—
Coming along into her parks and comingling with
The sunshine in the palmettos:
While everything else takes awhile to finish
Around her and so to become real:
Like the ants beneath her, these are your playgrounds
Too—and while you masturbate,
With your lips busied upon her—what is your
Thought—
What a strangeness lies between you—she will
Marry another man,
And your teachers will not pay a cent to see the dimes
Of your teenage tragedy: it will just become another
Fault beneath the mountains—luminescent—
Vulgarized by the commercials trying to sell her spirit:
Then the heavens will melt off of her,
And she will slip away like a torpid afternoon—
And you will scald your hand in her dimension,
Until it is time to come alive again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem