​"He always does that,"
​Your uncle said it as though your walking
was a live, wriggling thing
that he disliked.

You walked a lot.
​Pacing like a bad actor
or a postman:
too quickly;

(the mixture of determination and fidgeting
​giving you epileptic rhythm)

foaming your theories
​at the mouth &
​biting (me) with your insanity.
You never could sit still.

​When C. asked me if I would marry you
​I felt exhausted (& had to sit down).