When I took those monies and that natty outfit & went up to the city solid gone, who'd've thought I'd've been back here now so soon, spilling salty fluids on the parquet and swishing in your silks, finding out in condensed time more about this poor cluttered heart than I'd ever expected to learn in the whole librarybound rest of my lifetime. Enough with these silks, enough with these sobb-spattered spats & gleaming pumps. My life is done and I step out of its crinoline husk in utter gladness: out of my life, into the world! Your long, soft, liney hand in mine; my big-veined, broadish, bony hand in yours. Our hearts enmeshed, an endless text.