The cold, cold water. Franklin Wharf, the Hobart waterfront. June 2012.
Forgive me, for I am in one of those "what really is the point" kind of mood this week.
Nomenclature, Alan Dugan
My mother never heard of Freud
and she decided as a little girl
that she would call her husband Dick
no matter what his first name was
and did. He called her Ditty. They
called me Bud, and our generic names
amused my analyst. That must, she said,
explain the crazy times I had in bed
and quoted Freud: "Life is pain."
"What do women want?" and "My
prosthesis does not speak French."