Home Again, I Can Groan, Scratch, And

Shaw Writes As If It Were Always Midday.

Habit Keeps My Life Going, With Occasional Pushes From Desire.

Sorrow Also Fulfills Desire. Example: The Soaps.

If Beggars Do Not Hate The Rest Of Us, They Are Even More Abject Than I Had Imagined.

The Imaginary Audience For My Life Is Growing Small And Silent.