The transgender poems
rip away the sacred day. Were you
projecting death to wait at the end of life?
Awakening was sudden
visiting the fear and fire. I ripen
in the beauty of water on the moon.
A star on the hawthorn
bleeds. The king wants to live again.
The bear and the barn were friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem