Saturday, January 15, 2011

I love my shredder
Confetti for Casanova

In Piazza San Marco
Shivering under his lace

I spliced up my statements
I frazzled my bills

I spit murky water
into acrid snow

The fauna have receded
I flee to the pine forest
Where only the deer can see what I stole:
my figs
my nails
my teeth

These offerings
I give to Orestes
to strip me of solicitousness
to cleans me of smell
to burn my longing

Casanova
Please bring me to
the Monastery closet
on San Lazzaro

Take me in your narrow boat

We breath the lagoons air and ride red waves

I push my heart beyond spine


Saturday, January 8, 2011

The name Aurelia comes fom golden light
But even more she is my favorite street, Via Aurelia, that ribbons up the side of Tuscany by the sea.
My favorite highway on earth.

And her brother Leandro
means lion man I know
Or from Shakespeare I know
Just like Aurelia is Marcus Aurelius I know.

But mostly Leandro is the line of Oleanders
that line the inside of this Mediterranean highway
Oleanders that accompany me all the way up the dry rosemary coast of the Maremma


That is where your brother came from
He is the flower*, oleandro, that accompanies you
on your way through

*Oleanders are white and pink flowering bushes with sturdy branches and consistent buds

Siblings

The clothes are folded away and the bracelets placed in the same cardboard box decorated like a valise
where my tiny premature bracelet the size of four fingers is still held
and now your brother's bracelet
Me, the only child
has created these two
bracelets
in hospital snaps and democratic print
I made siblings
and gave them each other to love

Birth

I have always known you
would emerge
Blown in on a high blizzard
with a golden crown of triumph
I will never let you go my child I am here

conception


The earth opens inside me
and all glistens
I hear the strings note plant
against its walls
and all is open
a
rrest
ed and
co
lapsed


and in that millisecond of three days
I grip into this golden soil and grow

Out of nowhere is everything
as if I were always here and
foretold



for my friend