*Outburst on reading “All She Wrote” by Harriett Mullen
Perhaps I'll tuck it under my pillow
That it may muffle the monsters of rejection
or eat it up so the alphabets can spin inside in wild frenzy
Fall in order when you scold! !
This poem fills the scathing void between
the time a message is thumbed
And love denied
[Agony of holding it back
is no less than the pain of being denied]
I shall grow the ears of Shrek
I'll hear all that was never said
I'll live happily ever after
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem