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Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. One time I arrived in the middle of the night for a pick up at a building that was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.
Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.
"Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice.
I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase.
The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furnitur
SimonHe breathed his resolutions into my neck
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And said, so softly
"I am undoing."
I was a blood red curtain once.
When parted, I embellished
Rooms that maybe,
Could have held the contours of his eyes.
But never, never
Would shapes be any more succulent,
Than when they snagged in that pair
He saw a chicken scratch garden
Inhabited the landscape
And when I folded chair-like on his lap,
He gave me blood-kissed Geranium
Tied by my curtain string.
My own messiah, with shears and stitches,
Simon pulled my corpse
From the sylph-feigned cairn
My mouth to his forehead endured,
I love him so, I do:
"I am undone."