Gemma Gorga

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translated by sharon dolin

Who Was She

She had a crucifix at the head of her bed, 
and she wasn’t a believer. A packed suitcase
in a corner of the alcove, and she crossed
no border. An apron pocketful of candies,
and she had no sweet tooth.
A lavender lipstick the shade
of her skin and two cashmere sweaters,
but she never left the slow,
inclined orbit of sorrow.
She had all these things.
Who was she. If only I knew how
to look for her
in whatever she didn’t have.

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