Lidia Poem by Louise Marie DelSanto

Lidia

Rating: 5.0


Up sixteen steps,
to a place where
a sign reads Therapeutic Massage
with Reflexology,
Fine Antiques and Carnival glass,
Lidia sews a hem, and takes
out a pantsuit you bought a size
too small.

'Come in, come in. I know you
will love my work.I will try
to make you happy.' She takes
a sip of her coffee and stands
back near the open doorway.

'Stand up straight, ' she tells
you, 'I want you to look good,
not with one leg longer than
the other.'

She watches you from the
six-way mirror, the carpeted
two steps, and a pin-cushion
she wears like a bracelet.

Lidia's accent is thick
and mellow when she
greets two morning customers,
a lady whose daughter
failed the bar exam,
and another customer wanting
sleeves off her blouse

The dressing room,
two doors locked from
one side and Andrea
Boccelli echoing from
a long hallway

Lidia scribbles on
a small business card
'Thursday, ' she tells
me, ' I see you then.'
and Lidia hands you the card
with her phone number just
in case -
'Just in case you have
friends that buy
a pantsuit too small.'

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