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.