Melissa O. Fuller

May 16, 2017 | 10:59 AM

This guy
he waived to me as we pulled off.
Lights that stay red for far too long,
forging collision between the now
and the daze.

The driver
he shifted view every 7 seconds.
Mouth dripping with accent of tongue
watching, as though eyes gave the Amen
lips refused.

Cabbie continued
but I knew not of the God he spoke.
He who advised his turning from path.
Two rights, then left
on to road of wrongs.
Just before I made a dash
from the slowed, moving car
he stopped
let a woman in
let her kiss him
nose, then chin.

And I wondered how long each day
his wife back home
waited by the phone.
Foreign countries
foreign women
foreign lives
foreign lies.