Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Rosey cheeked from the Boston winter
the scent of her perfume
brushing the snow from her full length beaver coat

I felt so far away
and drifting away from woman
and I was old at that moment
in 1974
at the tender age of 34

still-non sequituring
Iapparently have a social disorder that competlsme to insert irrelevant stories and trite obervations into other people's conversations.

But at least I recognize it sometimes.

Sorrytheda

Oh yes, your existence before my existence, but by then I was already thought up or of and though I hadn't had breath
there was a path beginning by then especially for me to totter up.
I was in the makings. My grandmother was experiencing stories to collect up and she began picking dandelions for wine in that year; wine I'd drink in toddler cups, my nana started getting together favorites that would become my keepsakes, my dad thinking he'd like a child like himself and his mother or sister. My sister started unwrapping her new clothes I'd wear. And you Jack, began to look about you. I was not yet here, but on the way.

Yes, you are most certainly a fish.
I'm glad, too.

It was 1974
and I was so lost
So lost
Even more than now

Hitchhiking up and down the east coast
It was in Boston that I read Anne Sexton for the first time.
Some people say she is too confessional
But she gave me something to hang on to.


I guess we are all fish at one time or another
Minerals in sea. Seawater as amniotic fluid for human.

Thanks for reading and replying dame
I don't mean to take so long getting back to you but I am trying to think about my replies.

You are giving me some thing to hang onto
I like thinking about your words.