I could sit still in a room with you and never tell you how I am anticipating some sort of laceration in the lining of my stomach. I don't know what it means, but it is there, when we talk I get a pain inside a twisting, like dread no matter what the subject. I took your name off the speed dial because I hadn't called in so long, and because your name stared me down; as if it was a question mark, and I am too tired of looking for the answer to that question; and I am too ill from thinking you have surrendered any interest in the answer. But if it makes you feel better I write poems for you, sometimes and when I am not, I write inane art criticism. At the very least, be grateful you aren't responsible for that. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
