WOMEN OF MILL
Women of the mill
not have an 'identity,
have guts and rotting dreams, as successors of copies
avi,
other anonymous beings condemned to
white and perfect results.
Women of the mill
as Venus does not have hair only tangible
shells into the belly of intercourse
stripped
flour only longed for the day and night
briefly tasted and scattered on the body as
a white curse.
Women of the mill and nothing being
nots,
anonymous petty and underprivileged aware
wake up at dawn and go to sleep on
dust rags
the last shadows of the evening. They
nothing else to do but wait another
blessed ....
uncertain which day!
Roberta Bagnoli
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