DEEP DISCOMFORT

by Alex Valente

Original Italian by Valentina Diana (1968-), from Bastarde Senza Gloria

Poems are not mats
on which to lie and catch some sun
and say It makes me think, how lovely!
that it really is like this.

Poems are a bundle of crocks,
you can lie on them breathing softly,
always a little in pain
and when you get up,
in the best of cases
you feel the pressure
the shape on your skin
of an unsuspecting, not yours,
deep discomfort.

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