They love each other when the weather ain’t so gray.
I stayed home, runny nose to my toes, bandana over my mouth,
counted the door dash twenty-somethings deliver pizza,
could smell the garlic bread from across the way, uncovered for a breath
like coming up for water, or jousting with a drag off some worldly monument, holding it as a cigar, the Statue of Liberty, or The Moai, one of nine-hundred, and his oversized head, so much for this inhale, what’d gag and crumble almost everyone…