Category: Poetry

I began the day
no – the day began
me 
o p e n i n g – closing – o p e n i n g – closing – o p e n i n g – clo –

give me those lemons – the  l  e  m  o  n  a  d  e
looks fresher in Greek –      λ ε μ ο ν ά δ α
that said, I’m not sure if it tasted fresher when
my mum got stung in Athens that day

it reminds me of the  p  o  k  e button
on bad old facebook – you know, that kind of stuff:
you ask                               w  h  y  m  e
the answer is           it’snotaboutyou

so you go see someone
and they – sometimes – say:
massaging with butter is all you need to heal the scars
‍at least that’s what J  e  n  n  y the good old nurse had said

sometimes it’s that e  a  s  y 
sometimes it’s not
sometimes you get poked by the  M  e  d usa
sometimes you don’t

no way to know, but
yes – the day will begin 
you 
o p e n i n g – closing – o p e n i n g – closing – o p e n i n g – clo –

Originally published in La Piccioletta Barca.

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