Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Friday, March 16, 2012

An Aside [wow]

Girls peeling skin, peeling splinters back, making origami
of each other’s faces, girls rug-burned and face-planted,
girls with blood under their nails, girls biting boys
on the playground, whitening their knuckles, girls hiding
by fences, in the bleachers, under sheets, girls
eraser-burning their wrists. It was always the girls,
snapped-elastic and shoulder welts, graphite under skin,
split-chin and stitched three times, girls poisoning pet snails
with nail polish, girls dragging girls across haylofts
& digging their feet in, probing dead mice
behind the farmhouse, girls whitewashed & clapboarded,
bobby-pin stabbed & decidedly. Little girls
with red tongues, teeth wired, sweaty & shoving quieter girls
under bus seats, girls faking their own adoptions,
tearing leaves, deveining everything in the schoolyard,
girls gouging each other with tweezers, with heels,
girls I knew all of you and now—

--Louisa Diodato

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