She wasn’t happy, but then
she wasn’t unhappy. She wasn’t anything. But I
don’t believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be
something inside, if only to keep the skin from
collapsing.
And I need
to see you, but I don’t see you, and I need to hear you,
but I don’t hear you, and I need to touch you, but I
don’t touch you, and I need to think about you, and that
is all I do.