Mercury climbs the thermometer.
With all of the warmth that I’ve put into verses,
I came out profitless.
Goodness,
let me fall out of love with her,
(I don’t deserve this!)
or else,
I will burn out from happiness.
Goodness,
let her be trite and stale!
Let her look down on me,
scornfully!
Hide her smile under the sky’s dark veil,--
maybe then I will love her
normally!
maybe then, I’ll be able to gaze at her
without turning my eyes
away from the sharp razor blade
of the horizon
afraid of seeing!
(Just look at me!)
I feel like an elephant
trapped in a skeleton
of a human being!