Jumping to
Conclusions
You got to give it to Arthur:
he’s spry.
Ninety-three
and he’s dancing.
And he’s got
an old wife. Well of course
he does.
Didn’t mean anything
by it.
Not that you’re old
or anything.
Arthur, he leaps out on the dance
floor and
maybe he
falls down
and maybe
he takes his wife’s arm and they both
fall down.
Men have
brittle bones too. Ever thought of
that? You’re the one
lying
on his back
arms and legs jerking
in the air like a bug. Think you’re
funny. Circle forming
around us. Yeah.
Spry.
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I used
to do the holidays
swell
years
and years
I made
things
covered
a huge
christmas
tree
since
childhood I saved all my money
made
things for it
bought
supplies and a few other things
made
stockings for the children and their father
and for
friends and neighbors and family
I made
cookies
I baked
and crocheted and made gifts
now the
children don't even want
to
decorate the tree
oh I've
got to have one
they
wouldn't like it at all if I didn't have a tree
their
father has a huge tree
we might
go out to the country to get one in New Hampshire
but
grandfather's not there to chop it down
there
will be an artificial tree at my mother's
I've
spent a thousand dollars on nothing
nobody
wants
and
what's the use
why
don't I just do got to sleep
why do I
care
I used
to live for it
I want
it to go away
John is
Santa because his birthday is December 24th
I know
where he will end up on Christmas morning
and I
hate it
I am
sick and jenny is sick and john's sick
and I
can't wait
send us
home and for a week
what
will I do but pick up after the kids
and feel
bad and used and angry
and why
and why
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