meet me at the psychiatric ward
on your lunch break
and we can break in together
we can have a white wall picnic
with lovely conversation
in blank stare code
and we will say,
'my, I've never seen so many people
who make sense'
we can throw extra-healthy tantrums
and pretend
not to enjoy the strap down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem