Miser

Gabriella Belfiglio

I hide little treats.
Hoard my favorite
things to eat
Place them
at the back
of the cupboard
thinking
I will forget
they are there.
Like the small
glass jar
of artichoke hearts
solid as a rock.
In my closet
I push the carmine
velvet scarf
too special to wear
out of reach.
Under the bathroom
sink, I store tiny
bath beads that
never see water
Luminous colors
that sparkle like jewels





Even these words
I use sparingly
as if language
were exhaustible.
If I named
for you
now
my most precious
desires
I would
unravel before
your eyes like
an Escher drawing,
my body
one
long ribbon
my edges
frayed