Cigarettes and Celery

by Con Chapman

I survived, she said,
on cigarettes and celery
all those years, it seems.
And coffee too. And
wine, she added candidly,
as if to give a full account
and not shade the truth.

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By then she'd passed a
dancer's age and talk
had taken the place of
movement. She wore me
out with questions, none of
which had ever occurred to me.
I was put in the dock, examined.

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Then, having found me to be
a credible witness, my testimony
consistent and true, she took off
her clothes, took me by the
hand and led me to my own bed.