GLADYS CARMAGNOLA
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CALENDAR

No one has consulted me about my desires.
No. I didn't pick out the wretchedly small calendar
that dispenses to me these meager limits
of such severe calculations:
They gave me the size of the eyes
and I received the hands
I hold out like wings wherever
although we learn the wrong kind of flight.

I know hardly anything pertaining to a sad calendar.
But I do know very well that today's Saturday:
My entire life is only for me,
and no one, although they might try, will avoid it:
The universe is briefly mine
and I'm going to start it up all over again.