SHE WAS AS TALL AS THE EIFFEL

SHE WAS AS TALL AS THE EIFFEL

On the journey back,
riding on a lonely track
beat-up.

My memories of you
are packed deep inside
a sack.
I never knew your mouth
or your soil. I never
knew your fingering.

Begging
lonely men you begged
me, and I gave you
something then.

I can't remember
which or what
or when.
Or if it was
something I once sent.

But is it time?
You left them
abruptly.

And is it true about
the merchant?