nice thing is my wrist against my ear, a tapping, and how it could be
in my wrist or in my ear.

father: mentally she's okay, but  since dad died she's a teenager, all right, but it's things like telling porkies. I try to stay away from contentious issues. you can't always. According to ronson she's had a falling out at the village, this sort of thing, a narcissist, telling porkies and so on.

like he was a bloody menace, pretending to need a wheelchair when they went to view the place, deliberately being late, a bad-tempered child, a narcissist // the mini-strokes // who knows

(remember also the closeness after the funeral, talking around the table, N asleep on the couch, saying almost everything, like he takes medications // and in another month two full walls of windows, breathy glass, the deluxe liver couches of the 66th floor)