I am sitting in the same room I've watched people cry in. The therapist's room is part of the trinity, too. Therapist, patient, room. Like Lacan said, love with the other requires a third. He betrayed me again. He has betrayed me again. One is more recent because of the conjugation. Poem on the radio; let's remember the brown trucks. I'm lighting a candle for us. There is a light we always talked about. I talked about the space around the light (anything minus nothing). He left the same way he entered--hastily and clumsily. In the other room the girls are putting on make up and the homosexuals are calling it idolatry. The men are calling for peace. We ask what peace is and we moan. There's a crown in the next room, in our hugest house, where we crave nobility. The moon is white. The sun is seen from outer space. I'm arguing, we must not ignore the sun's reflection upon the moon. Everyone shudders. I'm prostrating, I'm prayer He said, I could find you in somebody's room. Wait, that's not me. That's you. Oh. How horrifying, to realize the one you love doesn't resemble you all of the time How horrifying it is to know the one you love resembles yourself Or your father. You don't look like my father. I'd rather be your mother. You don't care for me like she does. Oh. Ah, the candle's out. Let's find a new one. Are you bored yet? I'm not bored. It's just dark. I never minded darkness. Loyalty is only visible in a room on the bloodiest star. Who is part of this constellation? You chose blood and I don't care if it's familiar to you. You will understand this line when you're older. Doctor, heal thyself. The man you loved could never get clean The lovers danced around the smoke left from the light, ignoring the smoke. They danced into the sky, and then the sky told them it was time to go home. They pretended nothing ever happened, because happening would fill them with fear. Nothing filled them with fear, too, but it kept them full. A shut-off entrance. It is easier to speak from Hope. That. we agreed upon.