i hate &
love everyone, infinitely.
our bodies know the language
of the stirring
of the trees.
enemies grow wise, they might
return to me.
some where, another girl
goes mad
at 13.
the earth taught me
sharing, a pebble
in the knee.
goddamn. somewhere
another girl
bleeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem