I Wish To Cry. Yet,

The Man Creates A Pseudonym And Hides Behind It Like A Worm

There Is So Much Hurt In This Game Of Searching For A Mate, Of Testing, Trying. And You Realize Suddenly That You Forgot It Was A Game, And Turn Away In Tears.

I Don't Know How Long I Kept At It... I Felt Reasonably Safe, Streched Out On The Floor, And Lay Quite Still. It Didn't Seem To Be Summer Any More

I Said: I Must Remember This, Being Small.

I Think I May Well Be A Jew.