symphonia IV by Giulia Mozzati Zacco

do not give it any 

sight, a clamor, 

a sigh, 

a bow. a how 

does this work? tender 

howls its way out of 

concave ribs and 

deflated lungs. is love good 

when it’s not here? i do not 

want to stay, stagnant in 

my comfortable misery. 

the world stands on two legs. It 

raises hell and burns heaven and 

all of a sudden it’s on four and 

the pillars of youth crumble?

do not give it any 

love, let it crash land. let 

it go! good grief, there are 

too many lies 

to understand that the world spits 

you out when she’s tired of 

cradling your base desires. to wail and laugh is to live, she howls! 

womanhood is a dull roar.

rip out your eyeballs and plaster them as googlies to the

rich, makes sure they see above all else! 

don’t say, but they’re my eyes, they have

four now, just be glad they haven’t taken

your mouth too. 

the world couldn’t return them 

if she tried, so let her raise you 

on six and hope for the best.