The spring

This toothless spring
Who came to my home …
Was hungry …… more than mirror…
In the burrow under ground
The ghost was masturbating
But was not enjoying …
The mirror had devoured me
All of my form
Until they have lost me in the album …
the ghost photograph himself
with a tonsure head
carting his military service cast off …
carting off … in the mirror ….
Because of next spring carol poem
Like the beasts …
Now ….
I don’t know
Which side of the mirror…….I love you … !

Translated by Maryam Hoole, edited by Roger Humes.