The Bible -
Tales from the Naughty Chair
She was finally gonna get away. He was just weaving in the corner watching her blow. The suitcase she picked out at the sal and vation was old and the leather was split with little threads just so... No…NOPE… just so. Get it in your head exactly like that… and she just kept opening it and closing it and pulling the straps around it and buckling them and unbuckling them… hard… no harder… and every time she did a little more of the leather would flake off. She wondered how many years it had taken for it to get that way and how many more before all of the leather would be gone and how long it would take for the straps to finally snap cause she knew everything - one - day - snaps - ya know… well maybe ya don’t… but she sure as hell did. She stuffed way too much in the bag and had to crush her bony knees up on it to force it shut. And when the thing was finally closed she picked it up and lugged it out to the curb and waited for her taxi. It’d been raining for hours and if she put the bag down the bottom might finally cave from the wet so she stood holding on real tight to everything she owned. Well, almost everything. She left one thing. And don’t think we are gonna say it was him. It was not him. He was standing by the bay window cryin' like a lost school boy. She took one look at him and bout’ threw a fit... him acting like he cared... shoulda' cried before she left... sorry mother fucker.
What she left was the family bible... left it in the cedar chest. When her mama gave it to her she never thought a thing about it... didn't give a shit about it. But today she remembered it.... And she also remembered NOT to take it. She kept hearing her mama's voice saying... but baby, I want you to keep it forever… So... she stood waiting for the cab... which was late... always late... and she started feeling little pangs of regret or guilt or something... she didn’t know... because to tell the truth she never even read the bible anyway… her arms went numb right about the time the cabbie smashed his old yellow into the curb and opened the door…. where to… he whispered… well… she said... Paris… and she sat back staring up at the apt… and then at the New York City lights…. thinking about her freedom… and music… and her family… and the call she never makes... to say... hey what's up... where ya at... could be better... but ya know I’m alright… and the call she gets that says... well honey... never the fuck mind about that... cause there never was a call like that… so right before the bridge... that Bible starts callin'... maybe it’s her memory of him staring at her from the corner of the kitchen... since the dinner wasn’t even ready when she walked out the door... or maybe it's cause he was just waiting by the oven and was juggling all those floppy sentences... and she starts wondering if they was gonna talk for the first time in plenty... so... she put her hand out and placed a finger on the shoulder of the cabbie through the glass window that was open and said....
um....maybe on another day I can see the Eiffel Tower...
but shit man...
I forgot my bible.
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