what a word, what a concept
to think that which had already
been thought in exactitude: in
truth
it must be pain, sheer unadulterated pain: to recall so vividly each flower on my dress
or was it the black one with the zipper, or was it a plain flannel blue shirt, no it was a
green dress tapered at the bottom: i really can't recall which hurt me the most or why
i thought death imminent:
at twenty i hungered for blood: at thirty death was a mercy: at forty i can wait, i am free
and in love - with no one in particular and everyone at once - yes - that is - what he is
