the bottle’s shape changed as i got closer.
but i could smell them. the lady at the counter was
apologetic. no, they couldn’t let customers use the
soap. and no they couldn’t sell the perfumes to
anyone. the only person who they could give them
to was the pope because by some complicated big
system of retribution they were being reimbursed.
but officially they weren’t allowed to accept money
for them directly. in the big store djs were plaing. it
had the atmosphere of a club, but not the
functionality. looking for a person to remove the
security magnet from something i had bought, not
stolen, but afraid that they wouldn’t believe me
because i do steal sometimes.
my boyfriend there at the airport or
whatever
who’s picking up who
we fall into each other’s arms
and then he’s gone
but i know that he’s still somewhere, ahead
or behind, as we navigate the urban
landscape
so happy to see