Virginie ( Ver-john-nee )
We traveled to Paris from
Long Island City, Queens, on the
E train;
her voice was rich with
croissants and pain de chocolats,
she told me
“Paris was New York City
Without steroids.”
She spun my soul around
like a windmill;
I wanted to put her in my
Movie.
She would be good
for walking
along the Seine river, with
her legs long and sleek,
flowing like gauze.
Even the train smelled
Better because of the fragrance
on her neck,
that lingered like a
song.