Let’s go out, Lup!
And see the how people change in the neighborhood
And list how many of them who still recognize us
Let’s buy the gloomiest flower
And give each of them away randomly to our impulsive favorite strangers
They might be someone gay
They might be a hot single mama
Or the black dressed widow
Let’s walk along the orchard road
And smile only to the chosen creatures
And stop over a café to have a drink of the liquor we obsessed
It could be irish coffee or just plain tea
And put every meal we love into our sandwich
then laugh at its very funny taste that the sandwich can be
Let’s talk about how cloudy the weather like no other day has ever been
Let’s put the loveliest dress we see in the boutique
And play Bjork and Tori wannabe
Then let’s pay for the cheapest one
with every penny-coin we collect
Let’s invite our long forgotten tg friends
and play god like we used to be
Let’s take them to the garden of ivy
And make them ring every doorbell of every house we pass
Let’s spend 30 minutes to read
Mrs Dalloway, Secret Garden or Alice in Wonderland
And let’s end the day
by hiding under the blankets
and releasing the thought of
“You know how much I love you…”
