Linda & Stuart

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Gabriel Kahane - Pop

Linda & Stuart

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Duration: 2:38

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Linda and Stuart, trapped in their apartment Seventy-ninth and Madison, the one they bought Fifty years ago. No fancy lobby, no baroque Fresco The deliverymen, in their light blue surgical masks Knock twice, leave groceries double-bagged at the door Then cross the street back to the shop and to the basement below Last week I called and asked, "How's your relative stock of despair, today?" Linda replied, saying, "Gabriel, I know I really shouldn't complain But each month this persists is one that we're not getting back For we've little time left on this spinning marble: Her point of view I can't dismiss—and what is there to say, in fact? So I'm left with hollow platitudes to mumble Straining to hear a few bars of the Upper East Side I find I've not allowed myself, haven't really had the time To miss New York, the freak show light That universe of regret that I keep locked in a wooden box With all the other thoughts and self-pity Maybe sometime yet I'll hop a plane and catch a taxi Downtown, just to hear the sound of the old city Sirens and the subway and the slurred words of the shirt-sleeved men On the town to toast the close of a deal That shuttered the last factory in every town In Michigan, where the union boys are stone-faced at the wheel Linda tells me she's taking a writing class On the art of the short story, and I say, hey that's great, 'cause We all need a way to make sense of the world We all need a way to make sense of the world We all need a way to make sense of the world

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  • Gabriel Kahane