DEDICATION: 10. Poem by Gian Mario Villalta

If we are not the first to show
the resentment that is in love,
the envy that nourishes friendship,
the avarice that increases care,
if we are not the first to become ridiculous
despicable screaming in the face no,
shrugging off fear
with kicks against nothing, soiling ourselves
with snot and tears, that he must not
go away screaming in the face of nothing,
if we are not the first to do it, death
does not take them, the dead, they never leave us