No, I Won't Try To Escape Myself

I Smile, Now, Thinking: We All Like To Think We Are Important Enough To Need Psychiatrists

And I, Love, Am A Pathological Liar.

Yes, I Was Infatuated With You: I Am Still. No One Has Ever Heightened Such A Keen Capacity Of Physical Sensation In Me. I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy. Before I Give My Body, I Must Give My Thoughts, My Mind, My Dreams. And You Weren't Having Any Of Those.

I Collected Men With Interesting Names. I Already Knew A Socrates. He Was Tall And Ugly And Intellectual And The Son Of Some Big Greek Movie Producer In Hollywood, But Also A Catholic, Which Ruined It For Both Of Us.

I Want To Be Able To Sleep In An Open Field, To Travel West, To Walk Freely At Night.