I am a furious
little bee.
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To mistake shit
for chocolate
is the privilege
of the overeducated.
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Every man is a friend
to his own
pathology.
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I never speak
when I am not
turned on.
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The gun
I point at my head
is called poetry.
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Every tibia loves its fibula.
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Alda Merini
is tired of repeating
that she is crazy.
Translated by Carla Billitteri
Source: FSG Book of Twentieth-Century Italian Poetry: An Anthology. New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2015. Print. P 493.