Poetry
by Chiara Maxia
I admire her figure:
graceful as she swings around the tables
cleaning up after the clients, collecting empty glasses,
with an absent gaze, the enlightened type,
hands busy with trivialities
mind closer than ever to the divine
I could stare at her forever
But not in a lustful way,
not even with envy, or admiration, for that matter
I look at her
like I’d look at a Van Gogh,
a burning fire,
an Icelandic waterfall,
a sky full of stars
Appeared in Issue Fall '23
Nationality: Italian
First Language(s): Italian
Second Language(s):
English, French, Russian
Das Land Steiermark
Listen to Chiara Maxia reading "[the Waitress with the Roman Nose]".
To listen to the full length recording, support us with one coffee on Ko-fi and send us an e-mail indicating the title you'd like to unlock, or unlock all recordings with a subscription on Patreon!
Supported by:
