



to whom it may concern,
i am sorry for the time since we last spoke — it’s just that
the world is blowing around me in hurricane-sour winds
and my hands have trembled for years so of course i can’t hold anything.
there is a frayed wire between myself and my body letting out sparks.
it’s a fire hazard, and someone should take care of that, but —
apologies for the delay, it’s been an unfortunate few weeks
— months — years — i left myself back in 2019 somewhere
on the concrete banks of the tevere and i can’t remember
which ancient bridge it was under, only the gray wind under a wool skirt
and the eyes of marble statues crumbling into dust watching —
(...)