I take taxicabs
further north than I usually go
alone
I eat oysters
for two
I drink wine
for four
I pay
tip
too much, probably
grinning at candlelit prisoners
as I leave
I smoke cigarettes
on the George Washington Memorial Bridge
Head down
forearms against the guardrail
firing arrows of smoke
toward the waves
paralyzed
from this freedom
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