the cannoli

standing at
the kitchen sink,
naked.
the blinds drawn
tight,
you casually eat
a cold cannoli,
one small bite
after another.
a tumbler of milk
in your other
hand. you've been
thinking about
this all day.
you waited
for work to end, then
for the long hot
bath.
drying yourself,
then going down
the steps to
remove the cannoli from
the fridge where
it sat all night
on a small
white plate.
being naked has
very little to do
with any of this,
but you were,
and so you added
it in because
it's what happened.