Quietest Plastics


You canıt hear it.
Itıs in your clothes.

Touch your face, touch mine
with your face. I said to kiss me
but this noise in the night,
this mystery, prevented you
from hearing me. Cotton breathes,
but we are the quietest plastics.
I love you but I suffocate saying it.
There are fibers so small,
like a sighıs expression of meaning,
like an eyeıs use of prepositions...

You get near it.
Off it goes.


Donald Zirilli
1993