In and Out

Did you put up the tree? Marla asks.

You noticed.

Ah, now.

I’m not gone totally King George bonkers just yet.

Is that what you think?

That I don’t know a thing at all?

If I had the knees for it I’d get up and

give you a smack.

You come in and out of yourself, I say.

She laughs.

Sure, don’t we all?