no excuses at this hour
we do what we can do
just that no language barrier
over feelings that gush like
wall clocks and springboards
you stand naked on top of our
sights on that board
below is the blue water of the pool
it is deep and then
you let go of that body
and like a bullet penetrates the
plainness
not painless really but
there is this sense of
i did it
i did it
on purpose and those of you
you see that
embrace regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem