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.