It’s yet another phase in life.
Just another.
No ADJECTIVES.
I’m staying with people
who watch WWF wrestling mania,
the moment they are out of bed.
It embarrasses me.
And once when I was reading,
someone breathed down my neck and asked
“Is that a storybook?”
“Yes”, I replied.
“What does it deal with”?
Again I muttered something in reply
and he guffawed.
“Oh, old story that’s before 1947”.
“Even before that…” I protested.