I
woke to find pain laid on a bare bed with me, so near, his head, cut in pale
stone, was my head, his brain my brain, and I could not resign my thoughts
to that proximity. He was so close a company he felt like loneliness. I
tried at length to know a door to make him leave by, .........................a
bribe to make him go, but oh my dear, he grins from everywhere I look,
at everything I do. I meet his image where I once met you. He feeds at every
meal, beckons down every street and yet could not withstand one pressure
of your hand. Come
back to me soon. I am changing without you. My mind turns cold and luminous
like a moon. Keys, coins, receipts accumulate in my pockets. I grow calm
and brutal on beer and thick meat. |