The wi-fi password


ok, i’ll wait until you’ve told me
the wi-fi password at your apartment
so small and charming
like an early 20th century garçoniére in New York City or Paris

no need to hurry, i’m here it’s all good
except parts of me needed to be elsewhere

(oh if i had even the least bit of self-preservation in my bones but i guess we’re lucky i don’t, sometimes)

my best friends are all moving to the big city.
i dream california in a small town where i’ll grow tomatoes
occasionally watch the sun set on the pacific
not much else i’d like to accomplish
other than making it past my 50s and not become a more eccentric version
of grandmother
every woman who’s ever been unhappy
shunned for lack of manners
fired from womanness
no severance check

yes, i’d very much like to know
the password to the wi-fi at your lovely apartment, my love
to shout from the rooftops I’M HERE AT LAST
and it’s lovely
with its view to majestic trees and an eerie airs,
almost like you’ve become a better looking version
of every man who’s ever been happy in solitude
and never blamed for the hearts they’ve broken
a clean slate for you, every bill of rights for you
my dear, beloved friend

with love, with love, with love and no stove
just a white refrigerator that looks a bit like a monolith of coolness
right by the door

thank you for having me
i just have to answer a work thing
and then we can hang
yet by any chance
would you be such a darling
so as to let me have
the undoubtedly clever

São Paulo, 28 de novembro de 2012
para M. Noah
(editada em 6 de junho de 2015)