sometimes
i feel like i want to shed off
all my skin
and molt like a snake
perhaps
to feel what the snake
does
one time there was
a snake under my
bed
it was helpless
as it was molting
i could not
bite
i did not touch
it
i did not mind
it
perhaps
it is the same reason
why people
in the house
too does not mind
me
and never for once
ever touch
me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem