Lugano, is Italian Switzerland,
Ticino - a gorgeous oxymoron,
arrogant chaos with squid ink pasta.
The ferry runs in circles. The funiculare
to San Salvatore leaves on the half hour,
but if you are bionda, the winking driver
will wait a few extra minuti. God
holds your breath like a checked bag
when you climb the church at the top,
and the swirling S of the lake curves
your tongue in response. Lugano
is a woman you would let your husband
screw. You might even join him.
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