Why this?

The occasional piece of my own and a generous helping of others' creations 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.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

"True Love, Guaranteed"


Roll after roll of tape.
Multiples of gloss-gray duct,                            
dun-colored masking,
double sided for crafting.
So much; miles more
than what’s needed for attaching.
And batteries: every diameter’s here.
Slide fingers through drawer’s cache,
charged-candy clack,
potential to power my apartment
plus next door’s. Also
stores of Q-tips and cotton balls,
off-brand sanitary napkins,
vanilla lotions and hair products
to thicken; the disposable Daisies,
their pink faded to match my skin.

Faintly sad, the ease with which
some things slip the mind,
so innocuous as to compel repeat purchase,
copies common as air.
That so much of something
can mean so little; subtract even.
Yet still I hold on to these needling reminders,
their weird vows, earthly weight.

One day I’ll just toss it all,
lift off, tuck into some cloud—
no name, no gall.


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