Luisa Giugliano, p.5
IX.
I saw you, like other people, vary in your response to pain.
I saw you tumble on a plush carpet with symptoms of illness and lethargy.
I saw you in the concrete tubes of a jungle gymnasium, looking like
a grown man.
Building a crude body out of chestnut meat and cinnamon.
You balled up and tumbled down a wet sod hill. I pushed you into the window,
fast enough to be unmarred.
If the mere act of being influenced is invisible, so how did I see that?
The nearness of commodity, the selling of words to industrial countries.
I saw you, like other people, vary in your response to pain.
I saw you tumble on a plush carpet with symptoms of illness and lethargy.
I saw you in the concrete tubes of a jungle gymnasium, looking like
a grown man.
Building a crude body out of chestnut meat and cinnamon.
You balled up and tumbled down a wet sod hill. I pushed you into the window,
fast enough to be unmarred.
If the mere act of being influenced is invisible, so how did I see that?
The nearness of commodity, the selling of words to industrial countries.