Gemma Gorga Poems

Each evening I read again all the letters
you've never written me and that I keep in transparent
boxes so thieves won't be able to find them
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If the voice could come out in photographs
in the way shadow or tenderness does - even while
being more vulnerable realities - I would hear
once again my father telling me that, before
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Inertia is a strange property of matter. When you leave, for example, the air conserves the warmth of your body for a while, just as sand holds all night long the sad tepidness of the sun.
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