the how is she of it
September 23, 2006 § 1 Comment
there’s a rush to sadness but it, the it of it is not sad, a wrong shorthand a wrong idea a wrong backdrop, one may be sad and there are moments, there are waves of sadness in all of this that boil down to i am sad each i for himself but it is evocative, this business of aging mothers, mothers who were one day as young as they’ve always been and then of a sudden are as old as grandmothers used to be…and so now she’s taken on the visage of not only her mother but of her father too anyway how are you ouryoungestbrother asked, rejuvinated! she said, i’m forgetting all my memories.
anyway now i have the answer to the how is your mother of it