I went to an empty

garden

trying to remember

my dad’s birthday.

but instead i turn

the page and have

to pee.

I write on monogrammed

cardstock covered

in cashmere and wonder

where to wipe my nose.

not today

maybe tomorrow.

I write love letters like

suicide notes

and lick plates

at bar pitti as if it’s my

last meal.

Filled mason jars with aperol

if only at home.

I ordered expensive

sushi to last the

length of delivery.

But describe the

tuna as life changing.