The labyrinth of dual languages
beckons darkly. I choose the rope of Italian,
letting the Spanish drift away. A few words
flutter bat-like from the edge of Seville
to the seven hills of Rome: love, crystal,
balconies, lanterns, light.
–excerpt from “Reading Garcia Lorca in Italian” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in After Hours.