An E-Zine of Poetic Variety
Muse Cafe Quarterly
Anna Piutti
FOUR HOURS


When I fell backwards
in the vestibule of speech,
loud and starched like
an unuttered joke,

the air grew dim.

And as each breath
anesthetized
the night,

I tasted mouthfuls of
torpor.

I knew

a moment of scuffed
quiescence
would suffice

to drench my throat
with radiance;

to hurl me into the midst
of a chromatic whirl.

When I tapped into the
synthesis of resonance and heat,
I took your hand --
we rode the wave.

And the clock had just struck nine.




I
N THE BACKSTAGE


It is delicately wild
to lip-sync the movement
of a heart --

there, on the other side,
where no floodlights blind.

Only there does breath prelude
waves more powerful than laughter,

as silence shatters thought
into transparency.

Here, where illusion isn’t praised,
no truth, no flaw is concealed
from the discerning eye.

It is here that I stand,
here to stay,

unmasked

before you.
Born and raised in northeastern Italy, Anna Piutti has been writing free verse poetry in English since
the age of sixteen.  Anna is currently a student of Foreign Languages and Literature.  Her interests
include Linguistics, Philosophy, music, theater arts, photography, and Medicine.
An E-Zine of Poetic Variety
Muse Cafe Quarterly
Anna Piutti