and I own a whirling heart
and a few heartaches
and a trailer
in a trailer park
in the middle of the poor area
of town
and I am a cook,
a head chef of
the best catering company
in Montana
and I am white trash
and I drink too much;
I punch open doors,
I fight with the neighbors.
I win usually
only against people
and fate and life
because god is with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem