Sliding around bowls of ice, leaning, sliding, hoping to express some particle of silent anger, move it outside of me once and for all.
Fulfilling inner desires with make-believe people, arranging their egos to coincide with mine so I won't feel so lonely and abandoned in this world that has always shut me out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope the world never shuts you out your poems are great