Long-listed for the 2023 Griffon Poetry Awards
Griffin Awards
Sometimes I consider helping the old woman who
goes out dragging an empty plate behind her
but, ultimately, I prefer to blow the dust off my lapels
or to gather some wild vegetables
so that we won’t mention the original sin.
Perhaps for this the icons turned holy since they can’t
escape.
Indeed, one night I heard Maria’s voice “here I am”
she said to me
“then everything went well”, I said to her emotionally
since a beautiful dream was coming out of the wall onto
which I had leaned in the deserted road;
then, when I returned home, I found Maria complaining
as she squeezed the mop;
I couldn’t take it anymore: I choked her hastily and since
then I’ve lived with the other;
to make the long story short everything reminded us
of Christmas or better the rails of the train onto which
two crazy men sat like birds
and you, my good old friends, loaded on lorries from
before dawn
lost to your own hand even if the newspapers reported
you as executed.
I then ordered the devil to hold the candlestick, I buried
the mirror too so I couldn’t remember and fell asleep
for a thousand years.
The kiosk at the corner reminded me of my sweet
fat mother.
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