The man who was there
On the wind
Mixture of Bechdel and Heany's father. I remember some of his manias with a paradoxical laughter. He couldn't stand the passing of the leafs of the newspaper, he said it created much wind. While I am writing my stomach is shaking with laughter. That sordid humour is my legacy, wishing escaping from Larkin.
From the comic Are you my mother?
This be the verse
