Suddenly the window will open and Mother will call it's time to come in the wall will part I will enter heaven in muddy shoes I will come to the table and answer questions rudely I am all right leave me alone. Head in hand I sit and sit. How can I tell them about that long and tangled way. Here in heaven mothers knit green scarves flies buzz Father dozes by the stove after six days' labour. No--surely I can't tell them that people are at each other's throats.
It’s true. I never told my parents a damn thing.