Tristezza all interno,
she says,
translates for me,
sadness within,
her words choked out,
not said as such,
then she goes off
into Italian faster
than I can translate,
the words tumbling out
like excitable children
on a daredevil ride,
hands out spread,
head to one side,
the words off and away,
I gaze at her,
her eyes,
the mouth,
the small breast,
nothing more
to say.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
Tristezza all interno,
she says,
translates for me,
sadness within,
her words choked out,
not said as such,
then she goes off
into Italian faster
than I can translate,
the words tumbling out
like excitable children
on a daredevil ride,
hands out spread,
head to one side,
the words off and away,
I gaze at her,
her eyes,
the mouth,
the small breast,
nothing more
to say.
ON MEETING AN ITALIAN WOMAN UPSET.
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