Pronto, I’m unraveling just what
is so captivating in these
Italian detective television series.
Subito, the language, si,
as it flows and teases. Arrivederci!
The warmth of kissed cheeks, ciao,
and spontaneous embraces, caro mio.
The mystery winding through it all,
the commissario, so observant
so disinclined to jump
to the conclusions reached by his colleagues.
And a love interest, sempre.
I find myself saying, ah, tesoro mio,
and swaying to the delicate
rhythm when the breeze touches me.
Bellissimo, I whisper and pause cooking
as the sunset swirls before me.
When I finally buy my ticket,
I will be so prepared, predisposta
knowing the important words:
Emergenza! Lui e morto.
Chiami la polizia!
Amore mio, dammi un cafe.
I will most likely be swept off my feet
by an admirer and may never return
so for now, I’ll watch just
one more episode. Andiamo.