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my God why didn’t I stay
a child bound to earth growing nests of potatoes stirring polenta at sunset the greedy city gates swallowed me from head to toes with the knapsack woven by my ancestors for such a long time I wandered in resoled shoes year after year at Annunciation in my jacket sewn with white yarn on its lining shop dummies were smiling at night with a starry air under colored neon lights like candy with powdered glossy wigs like carnival cotton sugar changing clothes and heads every season one day I picked five bucks in the street no one was near apart from the wind slamming the flower kiosk at the corner another day I found five bucks in my balcony I crossed myself with my right hand because I couldn’t find the owner it was a sunny Sunday in the pantry stuffed with old insomnia I took a walk around the mountain of salt from all my ancient tears searching for wisdom sticking my sweaty front towards North knocking as if it were the Wailing Wall while men were breaking down as usual champagne filled glasses acrobatic pyramids card castles with the ace of spades for foundation they light fireworks once a month in this city I’m keeping in my palm a three grams gold heart hanging on a thin thread which I will never pawn
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