Uh-oh

A woman had a heartbreak in my cab tonight.

It was a messy thing. Her hands

Sat in her lap. Her feet

Stayed where she put them, on the floor.

Her eyes looked out the window.

Her mouth thanked me, at the door where I left her,
3:20 AM,

to shoulder purse and computer up brownstone stairs.

But then I checked the back seat and there it was:
sticky, selfish,
soaked
through the vinyl, into the foam, corroding
the motor for all I know.

I should've known better.

No
body
leaves one brownstone alone

for another

at that hour

without a heartbreak in the back of a cab in between.

I’m telling you, brother.

It was a big

Mess.