an apotheosis of sorts

An Apotheosis of Sorts

At the sight of the large turkey, everybody got excited,

mockery nibbling there at the side of his mouth--and now

to outlast politics and that a poet should be responsible mainly

touched her birdnesty hair and cleared her throat, and now even

a feeble male voice answered the phone. On hearing of

the flurry of information, I didn't catch the guy's name. Why would they

know that a person has biological genes, but the truth is that one also

was about trying to live well enough for two, successfully enough--with enough

to drag on into the small hours. He couldn't possibly keep this place open.

We'd left a place that was only us, and entered the world's tricky spots, where

although the cruise was smooth and pleasant, there being little traffic,

that came out--my blunt and jumpy chapter and verse; the brake sounds and

then returning to the past and spiralling forward to tell us how we got there.