Let me tell you how much love I give to my cities

Monday morning I crossed the street
with a box that was too big for me
There’s a bakery on my way
that I should avoid and the muffins are great

This walk will soon be so familiar
I’ll curse it when I get off work late in February
Monday the sun shone on my bare arms

And in the city there’s a woman who works
every day I slip between the doors
and quietly ask for some noodles, some tea
she wears a leather cord around her neck
on the leather cord is a sentimentally-shaped key
i’d like to ask her

My cities don’t mind when I’m alone