Pagina 31 - Self Rivista - Anno 2 n°1

and, up on the bank, who I am
maintains an uneasy truce
with who I fear I am,
while in the cabin’s shade the gap between
the words I said
and those I remember saying
is just wide enough to contain
the remains that remain
of what I assumed I knew.
2.
Out in the canoe, the person I thought you were
gingerly trades spots
with the person you are
and what I believe I believe
sits uncomfortably next to
what I believe.
When I promised I will always give you
what I want you to want,
you heard, or desired to hear,
something else.
As over and in the lake,
the cormorant and its image
traced paths through the sky.
(Pubblicato su: The New Yorker, Luglio 2009)