Anne Kennedy

The Pinkish Wine

from Hands On: A Handbook for Parents

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Grandma was sick as a dog. Ruby said, I’ll go.
       A supermarket bag ticked with
six cakes. You think, said Mum,
                 I’d let my only daughter walk those woods alone?

A spare daughter
       might have fared
                           differently if she’d

existed. Mum put in a bottle of Chablis no Rosé on second
                 thoughts for
        Grandma’s afternoon tea.


Sure enough on the path, a wolf.
       Sick too, as it happened. Sick as a human.

A morsel, he whined, a drink, not too much to ask,
       is it? Mum
scared him off with her famous fireplace snarl, white dust

        on her tongue, evidence of something
                             lacking. A letter.
The wolf slunk off with his tail between

                 a broom, a boy’s
                           pocket-knifed toi toi.

Mum called after him, Don’t think you’ve got the monopoly on
        warm-blooded and furry!
To Ruby: I can play the female-defending-young

       card quite well. Mum and Ruby
continued on their way unhindered by anything apart from
                            Ruby’s MP3 player. The Ramones

       on a leash, a tape-loop
                  the brain as an avenue

and light slatting in through the young pine trees
        which made you think of all the previous occasions of sunlight.
Good thing I came along, said Mum. Considering

history. Ruby oblivious. Mum was
       a film star with music tapping her on the shoulder
(Oh incidentally)

if only she could hear it.
                  It got annoying after a while
                              for Ruby (and for us).

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Insects under Mum and Ruby’s feet flew up from the forest floor.
        This is Your Life, a billion
                           episodes. Then fell gently

         to biting. There were fantails following like paparazzi
that ate the insects that swallowed

the blood. Ruby and Mum walked on towards Grandma’s house
        swatting the things and the things
on the soles of their shoes.
                            The path. The path!

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At Grandma’s Grandma looked a terrible colour.
       And was,

the house cluttered like a palette, her ornaments,
        her collection of fine dusts.
Mum said,

How are you anyway? out the side of her mouth like smoking.
       A bad habit, all these years.
Never you mind how I am, said Grandma. I just am.
                 Nothing you can do about it.

Well that’s a bit rich considering, said Mum,
                  the visit, the cakes, their faces (all the round things).

And the wine. Let’s drink to the wine.
       Well alright I’ll drink to that.
                                   And they drank

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       except Ruby who had two cakes, and
when Grandma asked her to go and get the whisky she had
                 a walk to the cabinet to get the whisky.

Presently Grandma said,
                 The prime minister is coming this afternoon. Helen.
        Mum clicked her tongue over and over, a twig

in bike spokes.
                 Jesus (in fact talking to Ruby)
       not these
                   delusions of grandeur again! Grandma was

wounded. I didn’t say I was the prime minister.
                  Did I Ruby?
                                      No, said Ruby.

She’ll be here at three o’clock, said Grandma.
       Mum looked sly. I thought you said you were sick.
                                    I was but now I’m better.

       Jesus, we come all this way!
Ruby said, Mum, don’t!
                          No really. All the way through the woods.

       It’s not woods, Mum.
                 Fine fine, pines. Pines.

Can I help it if your grandmother won’t sell her house
       to the Christmas tree company? Can I
help it if the closer it gets to December the taller the trees are

       Can I help you? said Grandma.

the taller the trees the crazier the people    
                             sleeping under them.
                                                 Mind you who

can talk? Look. Bulbous eyes, enlarged nose, slavering teeth.
                          It’s only the wine, said Ruby.

        Wine. It sure is. Years of wine.
Mum, please!
        Thank you. I’ll thank you to keep out of this.

Leave then! cried Grandma. Leave and don’t ever come back.
       Fine with me. Don’t meet the prime minister.

Ruby, we’re going. We’re leaving and we’re never
                 coming back. We’re leaving this

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Earphone buds mating in midair, the new indigestible
Back through the woods. Mum on alert: watch out for
                 the wolf won’t you.

Ruby to Mum: Mum, it’s not woods and it’s not wolf,
                this is the Pacific. It’s bush and pedophiles.
Oh I know, don’t think I don’t read The Herald.

                 the white album
                           an anthology, the canon

       Even more reason. I have
                           even more reason.

About this afternoon, I’m sorry it was all so something
       but you know your grandmother
That’s alright.
                 what I was going to say, so damaging

They talked about it and they talked about it. At least we
        can talk about damage, utter the word
                                       damage. At least you’re safe.

A high level of safety. I was never this safe. A miracle
                 I’m here to tell the tale.

Author’s Note


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