TWENTY-THREE
HERE YOU ARE AGAIN AND it seems you only just left. What brings you here with such regularity? I don’t know what I could possibly offer but I’ll admit I’ve entertained the idea that some of what I say gets through. You seem to respond from time to time and I don’t know whether to credit the quality or intensity of my expression or the occasional escape of a word. It would be like the sound of Pavlov’s bell for you, enough to keep you coming back.
In spite of all you’ve been through you have good bones. I see a resilience in you that will hold you steady if you let it. Do you fly in your dreams? Something in the way you move makes me think that you do. You unfold yourself from a chair as from the cramped corner of your life. Night must offer respite. Your fingernails and hair
