I light a cigarette
And slowly blow out the smoke
While sitting on the rooftop
Of this Italian villa

I’ve never been to Italy
But being stuck inside for three months
Has caused me to start daydreaming
And making lists of where I want to be

But back to my Italian villa

It’s evening
The weather is cool
The moon is full
And the city below is asleep

My stomach is filled with good food
My head is full of good wine
And I have snuck out onto the roof
To have this clandestine cigarette

I haven’t had one since before the quarantine
And I didn’t dare have one for a good while after
Afraid of putting my lungs at a disadvantage
I have avoided my favorite self-destruction

Oh please, by all the stars in the heavens
Let me have this moment
In three years or more
Let me be smoking a cigarette on a rooftop in Italy