i should have just stayed invisible.
with a body that hurts in so many ways,
my voice finally leaked all over the bed
in a futile attempt to pass beyond that
favourite perhaps and indeed of mine.
i even tried to remember why i stopped
wearing ties, only to realise that i had
no idea why i wore them in the first place.
and then, while walking in the heavy rain,
i suddenly dropped an umbrella at the cry
of è rimpianto, è rimpianto, è dolor!
hidden pilcrow 