You Can Feel That He Wants To

It Scares Me. But Then I Get This Big Feeling, Simple But Exalted: He's Like Me, Just With Different Details.

The Only Relationships I Haven't Wrecked Right Away Were The Ones That Wrecked Me Later.

You Can Feel That He Wants To Own You - Not Like An Object But Like A Good Dream He Wants To Keep Having. He Lets You Know That You Already Own Him.

But Then You Hear That He Can't Hear You, You See That He Can't See You. You Are Not Here--and You Haven't Even Died Yet. You See Yourself Through His Eyes, As The Generic Woman, The Skirted Symbol On The Ladies' Room Door.

Time. There Seems To Be Vast Quantities Of The Stuff Spooling Around Me In All Directions, Everywhere I Look. Days And Hours. Weeks And Minutes. Years. The Hard Part, Ive Discovered, Is Filling It.