I have no harbour.
I am a land broken and burned.
I am not a a best resort, a nest.
I am a knot. Tight, alone.
I am an abandoned
I am a spring without
Something to not love,
despite this sea of love.
I am to be forgotten:
a toy in the sun.
Beauty drowned and denied
Like a woman
to be hidden,
[Original Italian by Elisabetta Destasio, untitled, from upcoming collection La Ricerca.]
Hello? Is anyone there?
Oh, good! I thought I was alone here.
I can’t really see what’s going on, and that was starting to creep me out. My eyes don’t seem to want to adjust to the darkness. Have yours? Are you alone?
I mean here, of course, not in the universe, or in life. I mean, that too! God, I hope I’m not boring you.
It’s just, I think I’m really freaking out now. Everything’s dark, I don’t know where I am, where we are, who brought me here I just woke up man just woke up like this here and I have no idea no idea what.
I’m sorry. It’s ok, I’m breathing, calming down. Whew. But it is all very strange, unsettling, just finding myself here. I don’t know where here is even, I don’t know what I did, what happened, how I got here. It’s fine to freak out right? I’m sure you’re freaking out too, over there.
Why aren’t my eyes adapting though? I’ve been here for ages. I’ve rubbed them, blinked, there’s nothing in the way. Should I try touching them? Would that be bad? I might infect them or something, I touched something slimy earlier. Maybe I should leave them alone.
Maybe it’s a bad dream, right? All this, just a dream…
Jeez, I haven’t even let you say anything yet! I’ve just been rambling on along by myself. Sorry sorry. What is your story?
Are you still there?
Is anyone there..?
Something a little different.