Autumn sogginess

Alas, my love
today you look like a woman
I’m not living
he said
I know
one morning
you wish
suddenly he said so
I would
as he’d have put it
I know

I am a woman
you wish
I ought to have said
I lived
I didn’t say
with you
a skirt and a blue shirt
is all
and you
that matters

Alas, my love
as if otherwise
I’m not
I were
a fish
my love

with you,
my love
I don’t,
my love
my love
I’m not alive,
my love,
how can I be your wife,
my love?,
I’m living your
my love,

not mine.



Bologna, 23rd September 2006