I like words more than descriptions am an undescriptive writer
I tell you what people say or what I wish they said
not what they wear although what they wear always
of interest but words I choose, unelaborate, non historical,
without much build up or weather or circumstance, the words
belong to people like Mrs. Israel my next door neighbor who confessed
the week before she died that there never was a Mr. Israel
she became Mrs. herself even bought a ring. A pearl, she said.
For modesty’s sake. You can tell everyone when I’m dead she said
and thirty five years later, I am telling you.