attraversiamo

I met someone,
but we haven’t met yet.
We are both dealing with death,
and just texting flirtatious messages.

Olfactory smell,
thanks for that bright, real smile.
Touché.

I hear rain outside,
and that shirt has been on the back
of that shirt on the back of that chair
for ten days now,
but I finally have the chutzpah to move it,
and take it to the cleaners,
because you never know
when life will get good.

who knows where looks
will come from
in this day
and age.