“There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.
People so tired
either by love or no love.
People just are not good to each other
one on one.
The rich are not good to the rich,
the poor are not good to the poor.
We are afraid.
Our educational system tells us
that we can all be
It hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
Or the terror of one person
aching in one place
watering a plant.”
“Your letters got sadder. Your lovers betrayed you. I wrote back, all lovers betray. It didn't help. You said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.”