- I think about my old relationships—all of them
- special, special kinds of failures—in a way,
- which is not to lay a blame or to say what should have been.
- These women are still my friends—we say.
- I hear the cars pass by on the freeway—it’s after midnight,
- and I am in my bed. The situation seems normal—in a word,
- although I feel that either everything or nothing is,
- and it’s too late to say everything is—it’s too late.
9 September 1980