Try to be thoughtful, don't make the poor man say it; see how human he is, he has children of his own, it is your job to ask: And he will nod and say And now he can never not nod. And now he can never say no. And now he can never not say .
And when I stand in the receiving line like Jackie Kennedy without the pillbox hat, if Jackie were fat and had taken enough Klonopin to still an ox, and you whisper don't finish with
...always- the sharp, plaintive edge on the rim of the spoon of my giving. (lines 8-13 of the poem 'Confessions')
