Inès Giudici, “Compulsion to Bury

Compulsion to Bury

Inès Giudici

27/07 Dreams buried Under the concrete. I pause to look at you. Your eyes were never born. I couldn’t wake you up to love. I’m sorry.

29/07 You don’t seem to mind. You never seemed to mind.

30/07 I miss something I never had. I want to say that I ran away from you. I have the freedom to believe a lie. A lie isn’t always the truth that was buried along with the rest. I miss you.

2/08 My potted plant died.

3/08 Who will live in the house now?

4/08 Who will live in the house now?

6/08 I have the compulsion to bury. I did it again. The potted plant lies below the ground. The truth grazed me like a bullet. I disturbed the story of us – I danced on our graves like an earthquake. It was my fault – I’m sorry.

7/08 You tried to call.

8/08 I thought of the dreams. I never meant to leave old favorites behind. I was too young to know what to do. I could have waited, but I grow young. Where is a somebody to tell you what the hell you’re meant to do? I’d listen to the cockroach on my shelf.

9/08 I listened to the cockroach on my shelf. I thought of a book, too.

10/08 Did my dreams swear at me?

11/08 Re: your phone call. I’m not sorry. Sorry. The ring