cheap wine in a champagne flute... because
i love champagne flutes...
tho not so much the wine
grocery store chocolate cake and
empty wig heads (i dont even own a wig)
slow spring rain and norah jones
stepping around what is apparently
every plastic crate
ever sold in this burg
slowly unpacking what's left of my life

i do love champagne flutes... (tho not so much the wine) and
unexpected italian love stories
in Tuscany... and subtitles even...
what can go wrong?

are sixty year old newly divorced Black girls
allowed to have dreams of
Tuscan romance, with private jokes and subtle kisses that
smell of night air?