Matching Socks

You were a stranger, before. Steamy window, hazy picture.

But now – well – I could trace the border of your hands, embroider the timber of your voice, your shape, skin on skin.

And we find ourselves sewing our tiny life

to give it the shape we are looking for, to fit our ideas at its best, the ones that liven us, that make us walk uprightly and smile with our eyes closed.

And we find ourselves smoothing our flaws to match

like a pair of socks.

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Non ti conoscevo, prima. Vetro appannato, immagine sfocata. 

Ma ora – ecco – saprei ricalcare il contorno delle tue mani, ricamare la tua voce, la tua figura, pelle su pelle.

E ci troviamo qui a cucire la nostra piccola vita

per darle la piega che vogliamo, per farla calzare meglio con le idee che ci muovono, che ci fanno camminare dritti e sorridere ad occhi chiusi. 

E ci troviamo qui, a smussare difetti per combaciare

come un paio di calzini.

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