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Poem of the Day. Zoë Skoulding

di
Redazione Italia, May 17, 2016





Inventory
tape
recorder


reel to reel
beginning with
your own voice returning un-
like itself heavier
and
thicker in rustles and clicks
of words outside the head
where
a life may be erased with
its own sound replaying
in
another room relatives
freeze up in the occasion
addressing
a future that
doesn’t know them or a child
close to mic go on
it’s like
a telephone but it won’t
say anything back hello