sidebrow

No Excuse for the Tension of a Possible Storm

New Orleans, July 6, 2005


Dear S.


A different regret every night—and afterwards. Just the time getting past. I listen to the men and she talks. Together, we are a whole person. Alone, I am a cold, flat. I can see why they mind.


Surreptitious faking. Muddy because everyone uses. So many possible loves flickering. Each one wants to weave his own pattern into the rug.


But how can I practice this Southern Belle thing without you?


Love,

M.