209. TO THE MOTHERS OF THE FATHERS OF THE SONS WHO WENT TO WAR:
Dear Sister Edith : ‘Since you are my kin I alone can tell you this – you’ve outgrown all your motions and things sure look amiss but nothing goes for nothing and this is a
LETHAL play so let’s get to the point –
STOP OVER SATURDAY – and we can watch two movies the ones with Charles Boyyea OH you remember him the one whom mother worshipped and sang of in the foyer each late old afternoon (though his name was really ‘Boyer’) but she never knew the difference nor shouldered any burden until
YOU came along (of this I am most certain) and why would anyone bother with such slivers of tiny coal when you couldn’t heat a thimble with the fire in
HIS soul but lo and look behind you for most certainly he’s gone now and three years seem forever even though it’s time that creeps we rush around like madmen screaming of the sweeps and all the other stuff you demand to watch on screen
MY GOD HOW MUCH I MISS THIS but then again it’s all I’ve seen and can you say ‘remember’ to the memory of Jack or Robert or Tom Odum – he’s the one who hit me back when you managed to suggest that I’d tear him limb from limb for mouthing something nasty to you when at the gym but
OH MY GOD YOU’VE GOT ME NOW and this is all in code so sister dear ignore these words
YOU’D RATHER PIE A’LA MODE (I know that goes for certain I’ve seen it in your load) but the reason for this missive – I’ll get straight and to the point – is that once again I’m crowded and can’t manage in this joint for they’ve given me in solitary nary twelve feet if a yard and I can hardly hold my head let alone when that gets hard so in this prison I’ll repay your debts and write you up but mark you mine I’ll ask it back whenever you look me up’ and well that’s how it went on and on for pages all of which I’d want to consider drivel but it keenly held my interest for every time I turned to go there was something there wider than a star more brilliant than a diamond-pebble from Pueblo
WHATEVER and I’d never meant to act so strange nor with such a voracious appetite take my seat at the table until I realized everyone here was a veteran of something – if I could only find out what….