"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:
(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).
from 'The End' in Goodbye Songs & Thank you notes
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