Say home. Say ablaze.

Say bare womb of

the loveliest girl. Say falling for that girl.

Say exit wounds.

Say sweet kisses and

hair burning and curtains burning

and flesh melting into a puddle.

Baby I am just a stray god,

I spend my days

failing

& sipping spilt milk.

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Giulia Boggio is a young poet from Milano, Italy. She learned how to read and write when she was three and never stopped. She found in poetry a way to express feelings and let things leak and unfold.