The Only Reason I Remembered This Play

God, How I Ricochet Between Certainties And Doubts.

I Had Been Alone More Than I Could Have Been Had I Gone By Myself.

Ash, Ash —- You Poke And Stir. Flesh, Bone, There Is Nothing There—— A Cake Of Soap, A Wedding Ring, A Gold Filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out Of The Ash I Rise With My Red Hair And I Eat Men Like Air.

The Reason I Haven't Been Writing In This Book For So Long Is Partly That I Haven't Had One Decent Coherent Thought To Put Down.

Worse Even Than Your Maddening Song, Your Silence.