Because the sky must be the color I think it is. Because my eyes have colored irises that many people have said are brown. Because I’ve learned to put things where they ask (I hear) where they ask to be put. Because I don’t know what’s so-called right, or anything about morality (per se). Because I’m still young and I think leaves should be green first, before they die. I was anyway; I didn’t know to question. I was young anyway I hadn’t respected suppression. Because I didn’t know to play a game of chess with you. I love you.
August 1971