I met you on Madison Avenue
four thirty in the afternoon
while trying to catch a ride back home.
Skyscraper tapering high heels
pencil skirt, opaque tights.
Hazel eyes that sparkle, poppy lips that sizzle.
Then you looked right into my eyes.
I couldn’t help but ask “Is your name WiFi?
Because I’m really feeling a connection”.
© Sofia Kioroglou