she was never going to go out with another writer: no matter how charming, sensitive, inventive or fun they could be. They weren't worth it in the long run. They were emotionally too expensive and the upkeep was too complicated. They were like having a vacuum cleaner around that broke all the time and only Einstein could fix it.

She wanted her next lover to be a broom.

THE CHICAGO CUBS SUCK!

I saw Pauline walking through the piney woods up toward
my shack. She was carrying a painting with her. It was a surprise for me.
I saw some kids playing baseball in the ball park. One of the kids pitching had a good fast ball and a lot of control. He threw five strikes in a row.
I saw Fred directing his crew in the making of a golden plank of watermelon sugar. He was telling somebody to be careful with his end.
I saw Margaret climbing an apple tree beside her shack. She
was crying and had a scarf knotted around her neck. She tookthe loose end of the scarf and tied it to a branch covered with young apples. She stepped off the branch and then she was standing by herself on the air.

someplace
in the world
a man
is
screaming
in pain.