Pronoun as measure of an open space

In the tiny encyclopedia
            of pronouns, you is a too reckless I.
If I say you, it is to pray to myself

– a somewhat clumsy way to pronounce
            a whole beyond the body. If my blasphemy

resounds like a caiman
            hungry for the sky and blue things,
know – God – that I am walking

on the burning embers of a rotten desire.
            If a poem is so softly approached to you,
it is to prevent the perpetual injury of missing

            you – you: anyone or, rather,
            I apostrophized and hidden, like an endless
joint between your copper lips.

You are this: I who proceed towards you,
            in the idiosyncrasy of open space.
Thus, one goes among the bones of the city,

at a slow pace; one goes aged

            through forests of offices and elevators.

Soft stars
like collarbones. As many kinds of weather as
the open mouths on earth. Umbrellas

squeezed right inside
            the deaf cone of the eyes.
Someone walking with a stranger offspring

lingers like a little evening
                        locked up in a body.

And I
            seeking my way home, forgotten
and unnamed – does that mean

I’m close to touching you?

I have arrived, and I have but a bunch of useless keys
            if you don’t live
beyond this door.

Alessandro Vitali was born and is resident in Macerata. He has a degree in Anthropology and Social Research from the University of Siena. Previously, he studied Modern Literature at the University of Macerata. Currently, he writes poems, dramaturgies and short stories. He has also participated in some collective painting exhibitions in Rome and Palermo. He works as a teacher in Italy.

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