(Catania) (Sicilia 11)
aha! this is it.
a hot train, sweat in places I try to thoroughly wash
a sea that knows it’s my favourite
valium.
a language I don’t speak
but am not afraid of
a familiar state of mind-
relief.
this is it.
clouds to help with the bath of sunlight
smiles to help with the tender heart.
wounds to help with my comprehension of why I came-
relief.
this is it.
a book to write it all down.
a lasting impression of happiness.
a mostly empty bottle of water.
a pain of feet in socks that know what it means to be dirty
a mind that always knows its end goal-
relief.
- Poetry (641)
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