wipe me away-
untouched
unnoticed
unseen me
and all the loneliness of my parts
wash me out
if that's the only way
to take back the curse of the sharps
you are my remedy
my prayer tablet
my leap of faith
this burden with its indelible kiss
crawls like a disease
magnifying my fear of sunday peals
of sins behind a mask
you
left me off from the center
like mumblings of an orphan
against all that symmetry
who owns me now...
the stable of my birth?
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