sing alot of traces,
silences and faint places
little things that breathe in bursts
of wasps and fledgling birds.
hear alot of frowning,
envy speeds enormous,
reds enormously red
see graves-
deeply and soddenly
dead.
tell alot of handstands
over words and minions,
wish the world would take
out
teeth from this
opinion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem