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ANNA ROSEN GUERCIO

Il TUO GIORNO, LA NOTTE, IL NUDO SPIAGGIA

1/1 Good morning.
1/2 I love you.
1/3 It's an emergency.
1/4 Don't fall in love with me; I'm bad news.
1/6 I could eat a horse.
1/9 Can you hold the [onions]?
1/10 Have you seen my [toothbrush]?
1/11 I need [several] drinks.
1/15 Let's go wild!
1/16 I need to take a shower.
1/23 This place sucks.
1/24 Can you loan me some money?
1/25 Let's go somewhere else.
1/27 Let's get to know each other.
1/28 You have such beautiful [hands].
1/30 My [boyfriend/girlfriend] is out of town.
1/31 What do you like to drink?
2/1 Do you have something cheaper?
2/2 Are you seeing someone else?
2/3 I just want to go for a walk.
2/4 Where can I buy [trashy novels]?
2/5 You're just not my type.
2/6 The water's [teeming with sharks.]

CREATIVE MISUSE

Does film mean we travel less or float more?
I ask in the unbuttoning.
Every time in the staccato-elegato rhythm of the thing.
In the baring, obviously.
I witness this
and never had to go to ends of earth
all known in innocence
like how to dance the ladder springs like ferns curl sweet inside.
And what I have needed to do I have done
with borrowed ballerinas
and when I turn and when I find do dah do dah.
The stakes too high in everything I think.

Remember that pure
eyes slip right as rain
over connectedness in things.
This explains the weather
and the way we are gamesome, strange.
So much more strange than true and so much 
for our Ovidian anxieties,
that slippage unbraiding self.
We make account, in the same breath,
of dreams or divinations,
unconcerned to underlie
figures with no memory 
of why they wished to rise,
burlesque and bombast,
they tense and lift,
toward certain stars.

A FORM OF BEWITCHMENT