untitled poem by Leila Miccolis

I wanted to see you,
thighs showing
(as I see hairs on your chest
through your silk shirt),
walking in the street
through whistles and goosing,
looking around
as if you see nothing.
As you sit down
you hike up your pants.
Your drawers match your tie.

translated by Willis Barnstone & Nelson Cerqueira

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