She spent behind the city
    Haunted veranda of Sicily
Her mother's sister?
       Had she forgotten to write since?
The first daughter away from Italy
       Before her mystery in burdens named as foreign

The behaviour paused and absent faces
     The mimes of her part
Spoke finish of him in passing

I am foreign

She beguiles the pages from after I've relented
Traitor of soil

Today the geese wain
    Her gathering, florescent hateful summers
Defiance of shelter
    Mooring my vessels in war
Grand questions of my ability to remain

Remaking our affairs
  Her story?
      Mute

Ink, mine


What will your real name sound for?

Paris
In a past I was not lived
Memories of exposure to early love