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In a Taxi in Suriname

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What is your name, brother?
I am Jean-Paul.
You are named for two good men.
Saints, sir.
Yes, necessarily dead. Saints, I mean.
They are still as scented death.
Yes sir.
When I was a child, Jean-Paul...
Yes sir.
When I was just a child,
and watched a baby sister die,
I wore Gucci frames.
Donated,
to or by some other saint,
I don't know which.
And though I saw her clear,
through that prism,
she did not know me,
at the end.
It must have been the frames.

Updated 05-25-2010 at 12:59 AM by hack

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  1. TheFifthElement's Avatar
    Sad, lovely poem hack.
  2. qimissung's Avatar
    Amazing how a few words can transport one to the other side of the world or the end of life.