Quasi-Poems – Stefano Calligaro

January 22, 2019

DUTY.

 

SWEEPING THE KITCHEN FLOOR

ON SUNDAY MORNINGS

IS NOT MY DUTY.

MY TASK IS TO WASH MY CAR 

EVERY FRIDAY

WITH A RED FOAM WASH GUN

DOWN AT THE PADDOCK. 

IT TAKES TWO HOURS IN TOTAL

WHEN MY PHONE IS TURNED OFF.

 

 

ONE WEEKEND ROAD TRIP IN THE MOUNTAINS.

 

IT BEGINS TO LOOK LIKE

A CLUNKY WEEKEND ROAD TRIP IN THE MOUNTAINS, 

ONE HIGH SPEED COMMITMENT

TO MY MERCEDES A 200.

I TELL TO MYSELF,

200 IS A MIND BLOWING NUMBER

I AM HAPPY TO LIKE IT.

IT’S WEIRD 

TO SEE MY FACE 

TATTOOED ON A LEG.