The Blue Lit Stage.

• Author: Levato, Francesco
• Position: Poem

--In Chile, a term used by torturers for the torture chamber.

i I miss the slamming of doors; the certainty of metal against anything other than flesh, or the splinter of shin loosed from its hold. ii I always imagined my hands would twist from age, would long for the intimate; like the shape of another's thigh, or the strength to resist, instead of for the ordinary, like a chair used simply as a chair, or the edge of a file cabinet spattered with coffee, dented with age. iii I have lost many things; the symmetry of...