Mirages Poem by anais vionet

'I'm going to become a nun, ' I announce to no one in particular between Sprite sips.

'You're Catholic, I suppose you could, ' Lisa says, with a mouth half full of pizza.

'Why do socially distant guys look extra attractive? ' I ask dazedly.

I reach my hand out slowly - towards a sweaty, chiseled, guy entering the pizza place, who looks like he's just coming from the gym - like someone lost in the desert reaches for a mirage of water.

'No! ' Lesa says, protectively lowering my arm 'you'll just have to put him back.'

I sigh. 'I want to do something interesting or shameless.' I say.

'Don't we ALL.' Lisa agrees, knowing all we have ahead is 4 hours of reading.