I’m out for a run in the sun.

Coming back

through the back door

I meet the super of my building

taking out the trash.

Can I ask you a question?

he says

Sure.

Why are you TOO beautiful?

Considering that my face is red

and I’m covered in sweat,

my hair a tangled mess,

I feel sincerely moved.

I smile very wide.

No, I really want to know! 

he says.

Well. I’m Italian.

He doesn’t look convinced.

I could have told him

that I don’t eat meat

and I don’t have a job I hate

or any, in fact.