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We are in our glory now, thanks to that stylish artist, Edgar Degas. He might have painted us that same morning, when I was too bewildered to pull on my socks and my wife was unable to find the mirror beside the armoire we had used for kindling. A wisp of dirty French sunlight fell upon her hair, then struggled like a newborn spider to escape. The sheets were damp with sweat and all awry, gone with coal dust, liquor, and stale perfume, a variegated monument of worn-out linen soiled by lonely, seasick mourners, she and I. Even so, she found a dress to wear, with collar frills and sleeves to hide her pale arms. We dug for coins and I put on my coat and hat, for the charm and grace left of them and the stature they implied, tobacco in one pocket, pawn tickets in the other, to keep us company while we sat. Such has been our ritual, lo these many years, of forgetting her labor and my failure to pay the rent. An empty table is all that we require, a place to rest our elbows and our drinks while we stare at our reflections in the street, unmoved by what we see, no longer caring what it means, or what is best. As for the dreams we had, like our children, some of them died and the others simply flew away. The Revolution passed us by, on angry carriages steered by drivers who were blind, rattling the bones of those who live and die in this Parisian sewer, yet powerless against the inertia of our marriage. Yes, we are in our glory now, thanks to that stylish artist, Edgar Degas. He might have painted us late that night crawling up the café steps, or later still, when my wife dragged me home across the dirty stones and tore her last good dress, cursing in the cold moonlight. May 24, 2005 Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author |
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