Another late night of books
and you slip on a stanza
spilling the words you've been squirreling away
for your next encounter . . .
The assignment calls for recommendations
that can be folded into your disembodied days
of garden salads, protein shakes, vitamins . . .
Do you have the wherewithal
to recommence your life
as artifact, clattering along rooftops,
peering into windows,
scrambling to hide emails under the rug? . . .
There are benefits, of course,
as spelled out in the attached addenda . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |