which is so beautiful that you can’t stop reading. I killed her. I fucked her. I told her what to wear, the white not the grey. A woman in the hated bed. Defeat. Goodnight.
Stepped out on the street just as J. was stepping out on the street a few houses up. She was beautiful again. She was alone and everyone was asleep who had claims on either of us. We hurried from each other lest we betray them. The bathroom mirror immediately. Yes, she saw you at your best, your scarf well wrapped.
If only he would give up this religion of his, if only we could get him back on amphetamine when he wrote like an angel