Far too close by

With no place to go.

That’s how you feel when a taxi driver tells you (his salty eyes in the rearview mirror/ through which he looks at/ you and keeps/ you trapped for a second in/ the backseat, and through this watery/ mirror where he just trapped/ you with his eyes, so bright/ they shine) he tells you that

– The end of my 16-year marriage was decided there

there, exactly there, far too close by, with no place to go: at the park bench where minutes before you sat waiting for a taxi, any taxi, this taxi,

this.

C W Eckersberg - Kvinde foran et spejl. 1841
C W Eckersberg – Kvinde foran et spejl. 1841
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