Jesse Ojuka

She was late, but I didn’t care.
Pizza in the Upper East Side.
Cold whispers brushed my ear
as I frittered around, looking for my second black glove —
in a dove.

And looking at the pink pizza shop sign…
First, we went to the bookshop right around the corner.
Then we went to another pizza shop — all dressed in yellow lights and laughs.

A pizza slice for me I hadn’t even seen on TV.
Caesar salad pizza — these guys are creative, I thought.
Leopard print shirt untied itself and almost fell her off her seat.

Inviting.
But I tied it like a monk.

Big bite from the burger.
Then walk walk walk.
I thought the flowers were cabbages.
That made her chuckle-smile.

Rejected from the private event in the museum.
A theatre woman gave us an invite to her show
to go.

Stood in the Met,
behold.