Small death. Small shame
Photograph of a small room
emptied Portrait of
women killing Orpheus, body
small in death in pieces
I did not find pleasure in that
A small death Do you feel shame
when you are dead something always
lives on small
When you are dead know this hand
is yours no one comes to claim it
Told me a rape is a small
death something still lives,
a blasphemous love for myself
and not dead or small There
is nothing triumphant
about red rising like next day
Lucia Lotempo’s collection “Hot with the Bad Things” is available for purchase here.
