6/3/2023 0 Comments Selected poems 1956 1968![]() ![]() You didn’t expect to fall in love, I said to myself and at the same time I answered gently, Do you think so? ![]() Maybe he doesn’t mean a thing to me any more but I think he was like me. We are the sadists you don’t have to worry about, you think, and we have no opinion on the matter of whether you have to worry about us, and we don’t even like to think about the matter because it baffles us. He sat alone because he was beautifully dressed for the occasion and because he was not a civilian. I’ll tell you why I like to sit alone, because I’m a sadist, that’s why we like to sit alone, because we’re the sadists who like to sit alone. He was beautiful when he sat alone, he was like me, he had wide lapels, he was holding the mug in the hardest possible way so that his fingers were all twisted but still long and beautiful, he didn’t like to sit alone all the time, but this time, I swear, he didn’t care on way or the other. ![]()
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