It looks as though it’s time for a poem. My lover has been mean to me. How about an incantation for forgiveness. “I’m sorry I’m so obstinate; why don’t you help me with the problem to which I confess, instead of belittling me for it, instead of complaining how it hurts you.” I can’t get her on the phone. It looks as though it’s time for a poem.
20 April 1983, San Diego