A tour of stairwells,
bars and benches,
searching rooftops
for reasons.
Pretend to be in luck,
definitely not destiny
at Gray Dog Cafe,
coffee on me.
Or we can stand
across 17th street,
and wave at each other
like social distancing lower animals.
Gimme good glances
and recite inside jokes
in the poetry section
of Strand.
Or we can just walk
and hold hands,
stay quiet because
our words hurt.