city of light

while separating your black
socks from the laundry
basket, she sends you a message
from Paris, yes that Paris,
the one in France.
she sends a picture of her
climbing the Eifel Tower,
sipping wine, wearing big
sunglasses,
eating snails and baguettes,
cheese and duck.
she tells you about all
the museums she's visiting.
about how small the mona lisa
painting really is.
she says she might rent
a bicycle and just roam
the countryside with some
garcon she met last night.
she uses the word garcon.
i'm in Paris, she says,
the city of light,
what are you doing?