My keyboard is an extension
of my soul; every key I punch
reveals muted intimacy
by contriving words and phrases
given voice through recitation.
An intimacy in peril
especially in poetry
where I lay bare emotions and
thoughts to catholic criticism.
Nevertheless, I do not write
expressively for consensus;
if I did, the first bad review
would force me to give up writing
and seek a different endeavor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem