Recipes For Campbells Cheddar Cheese Soup

the White Madeccia My poems My poems

I asked you hands

but came to the veins

the absurdity of this happiness ( of steps)

and our passage along the walls-there-but keeps

me smooth (with the anxiety of river stones)

much too soon-as always-

and it will be because I still

bread ants

be that the ether does not bless

that contradicts what the odor-

our presence-and yet

we are given

(when you turn your back to my moon

but enchanting smile) and I

to track (your fate) the constellation lumbar

I tell you all ( what silent

I read sometimes vague) (and painted red

-all 'edge-) is a canvas that I stretched-skin-

(and white) negative traits

and I want to tremble (the sides) but

folds and wounds where-you-stop

where I stopped (my docile vertices)

t'ingoierei that the soul-from the white of your semi-

morendoti-baby-legs

opening my profile

(when I have) defined