bought stuff
a short fat woman
in a black coat
in front of me
curly dyed blonde hair
black roots visible
face caked with white powder
lips smeared unevenly
with red lipstick
her son arrives
taller than she was
thin chest thin legs large belly
I knew at once
just the way they spoke
the dear middle aged man
exchanging virility
for ontological peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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