It says I'm ninety-two

[tectak]

Hi tectak-

Interestingly, I read through this one very quickly, and I'm I sure the repeating lines helped with that.  If I were to write as if I were 92, I'd probably come up with something that moves in fits and starts like this.

That said, I have a neighbor who is 93, and she still works, drives, and converses completely coherently.  She would be the exception to this poem's "rule", and I only bring her up because this poem made me think about her.

I find that the content is the only thing for which I have a comment, because the form "is what it is" once it gets started.

I hope this makes sense.  Or maybe I'm getting too old to read things clearly.

... Mark

Hello mark,
Yes, I hung easily on to this bit of prose. Breathless narration cuts things up in to neat chunks and all I had to do was recall. I can still do that. Why bother? You didn't ask but it does beg the question...it was the socks. I just couldn't get over the socks. Of all the stirrings in the matured mash we ultimately use to think with, the socks were an important indicator of reality...and yes, the ninety year old in this invasive text DOES still work. He drives a bloody tractor.
Best,
unclever tectak