By Matteo Preabianca
Arriving and departing.
Is this my condemnation?
I wouldn't know what else to do.
It's aberrant to face my anxiety.
I ought to convey comfort,
but I risk being like a malaria mosquito.
It grows resistant, always and regardless,
because it strikes us in that moment
when we are happiest and most vulgar.
Social life is dangerous.
Matteo Preabianca is a poet from Italy.
