we're all alone
and we can have people at our feet
in our pants
in our mouth
and we're still alone.
If we could just be satisfied.
If we could just
have
and that be that
no want,
little need.
If only we could find someone that would give us absolutely everything,
then we won't be lonely.
We will be lonely for awhile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem