"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

here’s mummmmmmy!

what does it feel like to just jump into your car

and GO?  and   oh i remember the opera!   for

the last decade  i’ve been in too close quarters

with  90+  yr olds


what does it feel like to have more than a few short

years months weeks days hours  to live in your body?

their eyes asked  while inspecting mine  still relatively

spry   though on the  slideside  of glory






one woman walked the front circle driveway  endlessly

mazecaught  her face fraught  could not say the word

death    maybe because her name was  Vita   what she

did say


we’re waiting  

we’re all  waiting  


she once told my now dead mother  i’m going to steal

your gorgeous scarf!   no need actually  her former

belongings blowing in the breeze  i have some now

quite lifeless  without her in them   stiff    uninhabited






but u know what i really miss?  her body   even quite

beautiful  in death  warmcold  softhard  cleanputrifacto

i’ll take her back in any form  but what will i do with her

when she arrives?   her scarves+furniture   dispersed


oh she’s

gonna be

some mad 


…what we call the beginning is often the end

and to make an end is to make a beginning…

T.S. Eliot



Winter 2022   ..cognac waiting..







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