This is the poem I’ve been meaning to write you because you’re so neat but you’ve shut yourself up so I can’t see you, which is in keeping with getting used to new circumstances and all. Notice how these words rhyme so nicely: used to new. Anyway, self-adjustment’s one thing and self-doubt’s another. Doubting becomes a habit while the self keeps changing, which goes for friendships, too, made difficult when I love the self you show me, and want you to love the self I show you.
28 July 1975