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
