Dis 20, 2015

left—settle

apostasy and Co.

Swift, chronicler of      the loaded
and reading in the nude: On

thousands of year-      -music and a hymn to female
protest the sentence      that time forgot.

“Baby      from a language that isn’t mine?”
“Milk it until it’s      in debt to someone’s love?”
     
Reading the rock      vs. “versioning
a happy spinster, a famous poet and a grande dame.”

Something of a sea
in love with a parishioner

Dis 11, 2015

January—hold

L

She was a charmer. Something of a looker too, so that made some things easy. Some, with eggs scrambled on the sidewalk. Had this tug-of-war with a friend over a boy. The friend lost, and your mother would, in time, marry the boy. Hazy about the particulars, but my sympathies went to the friend anyway, who was a mutual friend, less of a looker, but it was only sympathies anyway and what is to be jewel-boxed from such things. Where you are now if not seriously planting a device? How much of you is your mother, how much of you is your father, how much of you is the friend of your mother you knew nothing about and she had a much longer name: whoever taught you how to play the abacus owes you a refund. None of the above, an activist. She would never have told you.