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8:10 a.m. - Thursday, Dec. 25, 2003 I couldn't write what I wanted...I knew what to say but couldn't write it...because she would see it. I also knew....she had been a confidant-interrogator of mine, spewing out every negative of him that came to her quite fertile mind....she hated him, I thought, again and again while I corrected her images...that she discounted.... And then, she phoned here... And it was all so duplicitous, So very duplicitous, So much, I shrink from life, Absence of life...fills my thoughts daily... The barrel is not only empty... There is no reserve.
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