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Picked-Up and Carried A GEO Tracker slows, and then pulls to the curb, in response to my upturned thumb. I pull at my skirt; a display of modesty as I take the passenger's seat. I just let him drive, lean my head against its rest, not a word exchanged between us. He expects me to tell him something - give him a direction, but I remain still, let the silence turn awkward and continue. I notice my body convulses with each beat of my heart. He turns on music and the Tracker starts to pulse to the rhythm. I try to align my heartbeat to the rhythm of the song. It's not easy. I am powerless to change my own rhythms. I relax and let the music sweep over me. The song playing is about Mozart. I lose track of the beating of my heart to the rough pulse of Amadeus. I close my eyes and feel the vibration through me I am carried to a green meadow where the sun warms my skin and my body is gyrating to Amadeus. I am wild and uninhibited as I let the rough rhythms carry me away. The song ends abruptly; as the last chord reverberates in and around me my heart settles back into my chest. Its rhythms answer once again to itself. I sigh and the driver looks at me . I see in his eyes gentle understanding. "Come home with me," whispers from his lips. His eyes stay with mine. "Yes," I reply to him. His eyes turn back to the road and the awkward silence returns, as two strangers, we drive to his destination. |
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