Over the embankment
And though the ditch
Up to the porch, into your house
I tracked in all my sewage
I wouldn’t have cared
Even if I had noticed
My dirty footprints
Embedded in the carpet
Lets go for a swim
You see?
I don’t cling to the raft
Well I’m glad that I sink
While you stay on the surface
You can’t understand it?
It’s not that I’m skinny
And it’s not that you’re fat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem