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Adeodato Piazza Nicolai / Saro Marretta / Leonardo Zanier
so that my departure would
never happen.”
This song endlessly
swirling in circles around me
burns in the breast and bites
digs holes and finds no rest
its litany
wounds with a hammer
but it’s so far from here and remains shut
inside the breast solely
to erode “only me”.
And yet life
seems to explode crazed
in front of this April wind
watching women
with bouncing tits
among marguerites
with smiling heads.
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Begging Tigers
Our bells have almost stopped.
Flags flailing
out of their poles
– without head or tail –
swirling in a storm
and the pigeons change course
their beaks wide open.
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