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Living Proof
And so, i took the temperature of the mouth.
And so, i took the temperature of the armpit.
Washing it first, patting it dry, closing
the arm to the body,
tucking the elbow where the waist is.

And so, i took the temperature of the anus,
bending my arm around my back
to do so.

Churchbells rang out, it was noon.
No-one was outside on the road.

Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere:
the same temperature.

 
Poet's Note: (Elisa prepares to start the translation)