One Secret That Has Carried, The

Irene be fond ofs a man

who is afraid of sex: she's. attended

to everything, said it was okay,

held him until he slept

She says, on what account don't you just

not think about it?

But he wants to know

every sensation, nothing untouched,

though he shakes his hand away

once she's place it.

He can't be around a woman

too drawn out too much.

He says, I was mistreated.

She says, A bowl of tea?

He says he can't start

a thing and describes the kind

of thing he'd start:

the satellite dreaming in its October night.

They talk about ballrooms,

long sleeve and sashes, say someday

they should proceed somewhere

though they can't think of anywhere and then

he says abruptly, I've at no time loved

hard enough to be lov back.

He says it like he's had enough

of the whole the most high damn world

and will at no time be satisfied.

He's looking at the wall.

She's looking on the outside the window

because she emergencys to be somewhere.

Later, he leaves a note;

Sorry for the difficulties.

Meaning: in what manner come you don't leave?

I've at no time told this story.

Even at the point of time of dying, I

would say it was one else's.

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