La parola da casa, Serena Piccoli

above placement i

"darlene stopped for a pack of gum"

suggests . . . ]

particularly british
but lost somewhere in the atlantic

ultimately we must find
among the shipwreck goods
a recording of your song

families crowded with emotion
from disaster

of the chosen singular
no meaning
or mountains rolling under fog

"and could not decide to be obsessed or randomly lost"

each story displaces a motion
the planet turns
we react

who could answer for us but
parties thrown on sand beaches
with fires torn from lost hulls

each brother held a hand

"by the time she reached the dock"

[ . . . release . . .
. . . the . . voice . .]

a repetition of attitude
a pure product lost among the other surviving goods
the lawn ornaments &
chocolates

grab any bag with a yellow label

a door open & the sun emerges