walking the dim train passage
past shadows of sleeping passengers
as we traveled back to Arezzo
a tiny lizard on the ledge along
the street in il centro historico
in Perugia
ascending five escalators up a steep hill
in the direction of the wrong train station
the sound of tiny Italian children speaking
an African street vendor flipping me off
thinking i was photographing him
rather than the two boys dribbling a soccer ball
zuppa di fagioli con grano farro at
Il Latini in Florence
dancing at the Nag’s Head Pub in Rome
with my arm around one man
and my other hand clasped discreetly
in another man’s hand
being overwhelmed by DiChirico’s painting of
Lucrezia standing above me nude and life like
a reminder of regrets over the traps of
dissatisfaction and self criticism my sister and
i share regarding our own bodies
birds flying madly courting under the trees
in the Parco della Borghese
taking a bus to the beaches of Elba
for pocket change and spending days
lazily sunning with nothing more pressing
than whatever time we felt hungry
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