Poetry
by Italo Ferrante
i dream of a body at rest forever
it’s mine i recognise its angular mass
of lumps & knots how it collapses
inwards when i don’t pipe-feed it
i catch my spine losing another tussle
with gravity i suck in my stomach
as far as i can my calorie countdown
reminds me that i’m one fast away
from mathematical beauty the police tape
across the refrigerator white light
is the sum of all colours except me
i curse the star which was kind enough
to burst & breed me let me spew my guts
into space until i become weightless
Appeared in Issue Spring '23
Nationality: Italian
First Language(s): Italian
Second Language(s):
English, French, Spanish
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