Clipping my poems
so that they look cute
on instagram
so that they huddle
like chickens bound in a
butcher's lorry
making way for pictures
feet- in -a tangle,
like snipping a plant
for Bonsai
you think it's the branches that you prune
but it's really the roots that you
mangle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem