attraversiamo

girl in bed on telephone by irving penn
(Jean Patchett, New York, 1949)

by mistake
we walk
all the way
down that memory lane

pretty lost
we get
be very careful
hit the lamp post

full
moon
i blame my craziness on

nothing
goes straight
after i got my hair curl

eat
play
fuck

by the window
with the dogs
"you waved at me just now"
"they are beautiful"

oh my adorable stranger
i didn't even get your name

your spanish phrase book
my italian lines
our english proverbs
the pizza on the bench

you know
i know
we would be really sad
if...
someone else

you treat me the best

i miss texting you
til my eyes could hardly open
in bed