collection I
the things I can only say in ink
“come se il mondo intero fosse un segreto da proteggere”— Le mani della nonna
nearly
how careless
of time
to hand you to me
in passing
to let our hands
brush once
and call it
a meeting
because we were almost
a beginning
almost
the story
i would have told
for years
the kind of nearly
that keeps people
awake
rearranging the ending
we were *nearly*
and nearly
is the longest word
i know
how to live inside