isnât what the vine wants. Remember, to the vine, the trellis was never an image of confinement: this is not diminishment or tragedy. The vine has a dream of light: what is life in the dirt with its dark freedoms compared to supported ascent? And for a time, every summer we could see the vine relive this decision, thus obscuring the wood, structure beautiful in itself, like a harbor or willow tree.
TELEMACHUSâ GUILT Patience of the sort my mother practiced on my father (which in his self- absorption he mistook for tribute though it was in fact a species of rageâdidnât he ever wonder why he was so blocked in expressing his native abandon?): it infected my childhood. Patiently she fed me; patiently she supervised the kindly slaves who attended me, regardless of my behavior, an assumption I tested with increasing violence. It seemed clear to me that from her perspective I didnât exist, since my actions had no power to disturb her: I was the envy of my playmates. In the decades that followed I was proud of my father for staying away even if he stayed away for the wrong reasons; I used to smile when my mother wept. I hope now she could forgive that cruelty; I hope she understood how like her own coldness it was, a means of remaining separate from what one loves deeply.
ANNIVERSARY I said you could snuggle. That doesnât mean your cold feet all over my dick. Someone should teach you how to act in bed. What I think is you should keep your extremities to yourself. Look what you didâ you made the cat move.            But I didnât want your hand there.            I wanted your hand here.            You should pay attention to my feet.            You should picture them            the next time you see a hot fifteen year old.            Because thereâs a lot more where those feet come from.
MEADOWLANDS 1 I wish we went on walks like Steven and Kathy; then weâd be happy. You can even see it in the dog.            We donât have a dog.            We have a hostile cat.            I think Samâs            intelligent; he            resents being a pet.            Why is it always family with you?            Canât we ever be two adults? Look how happy Captain is, how at peace in the world. Donât you love how he sits on the lawn, staring up at the birds? He thinks because heâs white they canât see him. You know why theyâre happy? They take the children. And you know why they can go on walks with children? Because they have children.            Theyâre nothing like us; they donât            travel. Thatâs why they have a dog. Have you noticed how Alissa always comes back from the walks holding something, bringing nature into the house? Flowers in spring, sticks in winter.            I bet theyâre still taking the dog            when the children are grown up.            Heâs a young dog, practically            a puppy.            If we donât expect            Sam to follow, couldnât we            take him along?            You could hold him.