Two Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
Two
...perhaps I wanted to touch your lips
and you thought I wouldn't fit them
and I did all these...love letters
my wooden horses, on which I ride.
Thinking of Helen again. I'm not
the kind of man that becomes here
hero. Somehow I knew, eventually,
you would forget I'm piling horses
in your mailbox and lay dead in them
for the reason that I find the envelopes
just for today
similar to coffins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/23/2024 8:47:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting poem. Love the envelope to coffin analogy!