70년대산 (Born in the 1970s)

By | 6 August 2011

We think we write at the risk our lives,
but nobody points a gun
at us.
That is the tragedy.
Twirling the world like a pink hula-hoop round our waists,
we ate meals,
had drinks,
waited all the time,
and finally
shot each other.

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