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#GloPoWriMo 2018 12 – From profane spaces

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me, like this:
between two commas, an aside,
explained in a detail

then I am the comma you removed
the one you moved

the full stop
the indent
the key word at the end of the back cover

in the exclamation point
you placed me I placed you
on the continuous axis

no line spacing no separation
twentyeight lines in a single breath
including the title and
the signature

read me over again
and while you do
I flow freely
you find me in the second chapter
in the following page
printed black on white

no backspace
we go to print
beats and all

(#translationthurs
original Italian by Elisabetta Destasio Vettori)

#GloPoWriMo 2017 20 – being

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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
place.
I am a spring without
gems.
Something to not love,
despite this sea of love.
I am to be forgotten:
a toy in the sun.
Beauty drowned and denied
I am.
Like a woman
to be hidden,
I am.

[Original Italian by Elisabetta Destasio, untitled, from upcoming collection La Ricerca.]

NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Recipes

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250 grams of your finest minced beef
Argentine or Scottish, either really is fine.
From the Mediterranean, 600 grams of onions
but yes, we can pretend they’re French.
400 grams of potatoes, brought over by the Spanish.
One single solitary egg, as long as it’s free range.
A pinch of guilt, for not visiting as often.
50 grams of Dutch, Turkish, English
bread left to dry and harden for days.
100 grams of Italian Parmigiano,
only the good stuff, finely grated.
Add a grandmother, telling you the story
of how they all met and mixed.
Boil the onions and potatoes,
drain them, sieve them, smooth and thick.
Soak the bread in clear water, mix it all together,
ask your dad for yesterday’s loaf,
there should be some in the drawer.
Add nutmeg, salt, pepper and oregano
a lot of it, make sure there’s a lot of it.
Knead the mixture of seamstresses and diplomats
migrants, mechanics and an emir’s daughter,
make sure everything blends together.
Now take some each
and roll it into smaller balls,
pass them in flour, turn on the flame,
douse them in virgin olive oil,
into the pan, turn up the heat, fry.
Let her know you’re visiting soon
as you wait for them to cook.