Eating a Macintosh apple
she showed me her crumpled lips.
And afterward she didn’t know what to do
she couldn’t even discard
that small mangled thing that more and more
turned yellow in her hand.
And daylight’s the time to get drunk
when the body still waits for surprises
from light and from rhythm,
when it still has the energy
to invent a disaster.
(translated from the Italian by David Shapiro with Gini Alhadeff)