Make Myself The Loser
“You’re so clever, you remember many handphone numbers.
Now, you teach me.” So I said to my lover. In fact, I didn’t care to remember
it.
And we gladly exercized to remember the words of our many choir
songs, though many are in a foreign language. I said singing was brain-,
mouth-, breathing-, voice- gymnastics that would keep us, though over 80
by now, in shape and young, to inspire her.
And I make myself the loser to assure her of her
confidence, superiority. But that
wouldn’t make her proud or happy.
“You tried to fool me, you scoundrel, Ha. Ha.” She is very
smart.
So said Opa Johan.
June 2013
This is my book. You can read it.
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