I have been forever
ruined in being able
to function half happily
within a lexicon
or a land’s lexicon where
the maxi-taxi does not exist.
Recalling now. That was the first
seed that snuck and snuggled and was
so quiet – like a quiet person
forgotten until a chair
rubs the floor or the quiet
person forgotten sneezes
or sniffs. Then when the party comes
to its close, it is the quietest
you most hate to leave: maxi-taxi.