(Incantation)
locks of black sheep, old rosary beads, dried rose petals
Placed Between
pages with a small ceremony you can only imagine my
desirousness, covetousness,
That little sprouts grow into tubers twisting, climbing me, seeking entry
, this writes calligraphy That
Itself on the body, imprint of desiccated flowers, feeders strained
I'm holding out my hand in the shape of a reliquary
(spell)
curly black sheep, grain of old rosaries,
Dried rose petals placed in the middle of the page
a small ceremony that you can only imagine
my desire, my lust, small buds that turn into tubers
twisted climb to me,
trying to get a handwriting that is written on the body itself
, marks of dried flowers, feeding tubes tend thesis
my hand in the form of a reliquary
(incantation) is the first poem in the collection (B) of URN Juliet Cook, published by Gold Wake Press. (Spell) is the first Italian translation of this collection. The multi-lingual which I whetted your appetite can read more here .
If greed is not subsiding, good news: this summer the Blood Pudding Press will publish Juliet Trailer Angel Face, a new collection in bilingual English / Italian, sexinquietanti poems by Juliet and my readings in Italian.
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