she did not write often

few people do

he wrote more than his share

but when she did he paid heed

she should have been a boxer

sharp jabs

rapped bone

she wrote

             . . . harmony is secured through sameness   . . . a pure mind obeys without question   . . . belief without texture   . . . desire is sacred only when sanctioned   . . . stillness that measured   . . . unassigned physical contact

                                      excerpts of excerpts

exceptional

he was waylaid by belief without texture  stillness that measured

                                                                        was still grappling with them 

they overwhelmed him

he had not juxtaposed belief  texture   stillness  measured

                                                                  asif   fabric

one could be wound in

shrouded

             buried in

garments

tailored

he wrote her

               I hope your excerpts congeal

he crossed his fingers

    he had not read anything like them since happening upon Anais Nins House of Incest  then A Spy in the House of Love  immediately Children of the Albatross

Nin introduced him to Henry Miller

the gloves came off

1440,  Saturday,  12  4. 25

1250,  Monday,  14  4. 25