Chiara Fersini

Do you read the creases in my letters

The anxious braille of my honest heart?

Do you caress the shrill curve

Of my unmitigated tears

As they fumble over linear veins?

Do your eyes note with satisfaction

My dignity jostled and adrift?

Do you blow tenderly on the paper

To coerce or cauterize?

Do you substitute each shadowed pearl

As a cryptoquote

For a passage poignantly spent?


I am so tired today I can’t seem to string 2 words together geez