la regola è la stessa per tutti gli incantesimi.

La versione dell'albicocca a rovescio

non convince nessuno

peccato che la sincera espressione prema

meno e a scatti

sull'embolo che si è formato nel polpaccio

la pulsazione non mi fa dormire tranquilla

(e sì, è successo veramente

anzi no, l'ho scritto con l'indelebile

sul bordo del lavandino)

Per riderne c'è tempo, affitterò

dei mestoli da cucina per l'occasione

che grande festa a tema felpa

quante schegge fluorescenti nella tela

il quartetto d'archi nella stanza insonorizzata

una critica al vento scombussolato

sacchi di autoironia per la tua considerazione

Non rimpiango il tuffo tra le costole

della balena, non c'era altro modo

sarebbe solo stato meglio atterrare

and you are what you are

boundaries absorb distance

you are what you gloriously are

in the midst of a caress

out of panic

misery is in your big toes

enemies hidden behind your musical alphabets

Migraines migraines

hiccup pills are on their way to

the automatic Monday.

(liver givers don’t mind openings)

First steps are bundles of keys

your bedroom has never been tidier

these hard covers make me uncomfortable,

but I’m sure there will be a time for green cups

and enough room between our apartments.

(though meals still keep their secrets)

I’ve put you in brackets before

when your hunger was saltier

and your nails longer

I used to have purple locks with stopwatches

for ribbons, but I woke up that day

and wormholes had already replaced us.

Then I bought magic wands for directions and distractions

in a land of cracks

where every open bone is a gift for tomorrow

and my loneliness still proved to be kindness

and I would try to smile the brightest

from inside the blue envelopes.

(Was it cold outside on the way back home?)

That fog floated like frozen flowers, like a red baloon

while children stared at

the silent afternoon among the giants.

If I had had an indigo cat, I would have been

free from the blueberry cage

of your right hemisphere.

But dedication is blind, will is white

the daffodils were already in my hands:

I couldn’t have been on time.

Cloudy mornings are out of reach, again

I must have left them somewhere