La parola da casa, Serena Piccoli

1.

if i am alone
i am no longer
the same i.


2.

no made place
without someone
whispering dreams
over broken ashtrays
in back seats baked
by sun.

if i toss a dart,
would it guide me
or just fall haphazardly
where i roughly want
it?


3.

a seat is a portal

a slide is a graphical line

a building is a speck

please leave the keys on the stand by the bed.

and it comes with us
across the imagined
real.