a while ago this guy came over and said he was doing this evening on clothes and i had books on clothes.  i liked him and gave him all my clothes books, just because of his interest.  then we corresponded for a while, and one day he wrote me that he was sorry but he wouldn’t be using the poems in the evening,  I had probably not even understood that he was considering them, but I asked for the link anyway.  So with great surprise I discovered that my name was listed in the program as first writer.

Anyway I found a line here, an idea there, but nothing of my text.  It was a wonderful evening of monologues, and I would have loved to have been a part of it – but it wasn’t me at all.