Loves in the Grave

2018 Poetry Award from the International Arts Academy

They christened me Nicoletta.
Along the way I became Niki.
In retrospect, I remained a pure N.
N in their mouth.
Not to mention their brains. They had too little memory for me to fit the whole thing.
Then death laid me down.
It froze my eyes and
shut my mouth.
I continued to write still, from this position.
Not to convince you, but to convince me that I'm still alive. That death
it was not the end, but the beginning.
That love is not even white in color,
not black either.
Love has only love.
And finally I was convinced…