she is my sister.
she is my mom.
she is a girl i saw
and i forget with a little guilt.
she is crazy and i am too- i love crasiness-
may be more than anyone imagine.
she is dull sometime,
that is what i need most of the time.
she is a female
i am a slack.
she has the staff
i am like any extremist
i have the staff for after life
-i mean i resurrect myself every minute if i do not see eileen-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem