I can tell already you think I'm the dragon, that would be so like me, but I'm not. Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere. Sing lady, sing! Of course, she wakes the dragon. Love on the water, love underwater, love, love and so on. Dear So-and-So, I'm sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing. Dear So-and-So, I'm sorry I couldn't come to your party. So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation. Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out You will be alone always and then you will die. Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other. Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed OutĮvery morning the maple leaves.
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