it is pure gold the satin oil on god’s fingers, the little devils trotting towards us
good grief you go go
harvest lemons
go get clean the whole
shebang
/ ’tis for your eyes’ sake
the sense of the land being sucked out of you /
you try a robe on,
my poor frangipane girl,
Gabriele licks your forearm,
the sun glees
and this feeling of transatlantic
arson
could be real.
Serena Braida is a writer & performer currently specialising in voice work. She grew up near Rome and moved to London in 2011. Her poetry pamphlet BLUE SHEILA was published by Dancing Girl Press in 2018. Serena’s work, both in Italian and English, has appeared or is forthcoming in HVTN Press, Hotel, Orlando, Hotdog, Nuovi Argomenti and more, and in anthologies including Wretched Strangers (Boiler House Press 2018). Notable performances include the Festival of Italian Literature in London, Goldsmiths LitLive, European Poetry Festival, Late Night Jazz at the Royal Albert Hall’s Elgar Room and the play Muscovado.
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