Over
Biff went over the mountain
She went over with the smoked-salmon flattened bread – rolled
that we had to make for parties
with the nude bathing and the scars of a hip replacement around her bottom – she showed us
She went over with the singing to fish and the champagne goat
the stories of Peer Gynt and pottery
She went with the skin in the woods and the dormouse and dressing up
the hypochondria and hyper-softness
With the purring and smelling and the grey and the blue
people and letters from theatres and head bands and paintings and recliner chairs
The things that we were supposed to keep
and the memory of a man we never knew was unfaithful.