"There
are words with indefinite referents: freedom, beauty, unicorn, God.."
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Jacqueline
Kudler
Bleeker
Street
Remember
that April
and
the room she showed you
on
the bottom of the brownstone
three
tall windows opening
to
the street, leaves uncurling
on
the caged elms,
heels
clacking on asphalt, squeal
of
brakes
from
the Bleecker Street corner.
Remember
her face,
this
stranger - her eyes
the
pale blue of other worlds,
how
matter-of-factly she opened
the
tall closet,
tapped
the fourposter bed
as
if you were actually someone
who
could share this life
on
Fourth Street, just three doors down
from
the Village Gate,
as
if you were actually weighing
the
worth of the paintings
the
lampshade, the grey
throw
rug.
Oh
it’s beautiful, you said,
I’ll
let you know,
all
the while trying it on
like
the blue sequinned sheath
you
slipped into later,
at
Etcetera on the way
home,
straining the seams
of
what is possible.
What
a relief, finally,
to
throw it off -
the
shimmer of hope
slide
back into your Levis
catch
the BMT back
to
Brooklyn.
Words
First,
of course, I love you,
then,
the requisite indulgences:
You may take two pieces
You may take a recess
You may take three giant steps.
There
are words with indefinite referents:
freedom,
beauty , unicorn , God,
and
words with referents, definite beyond dispute:
clay,
cucumber,
unicorn,
God.
There
are phrases that never fail to deliver us from dailiness:
extended
sea
voyage
phrases
we seem to wait forever for:
it’s
a go
it’s a boy
it’s benign,
and,
if, at the end, words also fail us,
still,
there are terms
we’d
be hard put to refuse:
after a long, inspired life
after a brief illness
after an extended sea voyage.
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