That’s what I needed.
Foot brake, parking brake.
Shift after stop.
The falling sunlight
on the car’s body
makes me dizzy.
I sit in dripping sweat
The afternoon is towering
We turn at the Death Curve.
how could you have simply left me
inside my memory
telling me meaningless sentences
journey after journey, maybe
because I’m still young
Sometimes
on the road alone
neither far nor cloes to each other
We turn again after the death curve.
Poems by Susanna Peremartoni 