on the magic shitpot when i saw
a daydream in the mirror:
in the room where i live, sleep and work
the picture window came unhinged
i was hanging on as it flew off
my chest against the plane of light propelling it upwards
then i slide into the albumen of dawn
and rest, like an egg, in the palm
of a transparent hand
two fingers take me
slip me inside, to the center...
i don't cough, don't drown but go
back to sleep where i find
the kisses left in another dream...'
/ antonio porta, la cheirasca, may 17 1980, from the book 'kisses from another dream'