When the radio host said, Now tell us again who you are, I knew I was in trouble. Flesh becomes flesh, I said. I was just guessing.
I could see he was disappointed. I'll get you a printout, I said, of my DNA. I was clutching at straws. My dentist will have on file some X-rays.
He looked disappointed again, my radio host. I'm a cousin, I said, to the chimpanzee, with whom you might be familiar.He glanced at the clock on the studio wall.
You have written a book, he prompted, despairing. Yes and no, I said. Who is it, or what, writes the book? Maybe I'm just a transmitter.
He felt better. I was talking radio talk. You must rush out and buy this new volume, he said. Not to me. To his listeners. As for himself, he said, he wasn't much of a reader.
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ReplyDeleteWhen the radio host said, Now tell us again
who you are, I knew I was in trouble.
Flesh becomes flesh, I said. I was just guessing.
I could see he was disappointed. I'll get you a printout,
I said, of my DNA. I was clutching at straws.
My dentist will have on file some X-rays.
He looked disappointed again, my radio host.
I'm a cousin,
I said, to the chimpanzee, with whom you might be
familiar.He glanced at the clock on the studio wall.
You have written a book, he prompted, despairing.
Yes and no, I said. Who is it, or what, writes the book?
Maybe I'm just a transmitter.
He felt better. I was talking radio talk. You must rush out
and buy this new volume, he said. Not to me. To his listeners.
As for himself, he said, he wasn't much of a reader.