And she shook off her little hand Then ran up to the boardwalk rail To gaze at passing sailboats with Their gold-ringed masts, their white topsail. And asked you questions, played pretend In pleasant midday overcast To seem so agelessly a girl— Too young to even have a past. But that was twenty years ago And you’re still old and she’s still young, Now walking with you, looming tall, With tattoos and a pierced tongue. You never married, she’s divorced, You have no children, she has three, The years been rough, you’re looking worse, While she seems joyous and carefree. You take the footpath holding hands But struggle just to keep her pace. She thought you superhuman once So look the part, and don’t lose face.
I LOVE the rhythm and melancholy Joy of this.
Thanks you.
Im glad the slow, old man melancholy comes through.
It was the one thing I was desperate to get right
Perfectly executed. I read it aloud to my husband.
Look into the prose and verse of Harry Mathews, you’d adore “the solitary twin”
Thanks.
Read the synopsis. Sounds right up my alley.
This made me smile.
Lives intertwined.
The beauty and power of a young woman.
Reflections on aging, memories and wanting.
Chef's Kiss 💋
Thanks =)
I was trying to bring it all together.
Thrilled it worked out.