Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.
I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I would respect him.
If Mrs. Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn’t have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat- on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok- I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
I saw their mouths going up and down without a sound, as if they were sitting on the deck of a departing ship, stranding me in the middle of a huge silence.
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
Then the sunlight burst into the room through the venetian blinds; I breathed hard, filling my lungs with air. I could see my feet, my arms; there I was. I tried hard to get back in my body again … it was such a long way to my feet.
I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat
Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.