My Religion Makes No Sense And Does

Men Know Almost Nothing About Desire, They Think It Has To Do With Sexual Activity Or Can Be Discharged That Way. But Sex Is A Substitute, Like Money Or Language. Sometimes I Just Want To Stop Seeing.

That Night We Made Love "the Real Way" Which We Had Not Yet Attempted Although Married Six Months. Big Mystery. No One Knew Where To Put Their Leg And To This Day I'm Not Sure We Got It Right. He Seemed Happy. You're Like Venice He Said Beautifully. Early Next Day I Wrote A Short Talk ("on Defloration") Which He Stole And Had Published In A Small Quarterly Magazine. Overall This Was A Characteristic Interaction Between Us. Or Should I Say Ideal. Neither Of Us Had Ever Seen Venice.

Give Me A World, You Have Taken The World I Was.

Comfortable Means Gradually More And More Flattened Down, More And More Blunt - Less And Less Sharp And Biting Into You.

I Do Think That Something Of The Effect I Have On People Is To Put Everything On An Edge Where They're Both Infatuated With A Kind Of Charmingness Happening In The Person Or In The Writing, And Also Flatly Terrified By A Revelation Or Acceptance Of Revelation That's Almost Happening, Never Quite Totally Happening.