“It came to me…”
It came to me- unclaimed -
knocked at the door
disrupting my quietness,
new, incredible, unique
out of my speech,
a heart I did not expect.
A heart, so unmanageable,
like a child out of a virginal womb,
- fat and dubious artifice,
resembling a grave cherub -
pulsating on the table
and ding between my hands
while the world happens.
Erminia, 2 January 2002
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