Posted by EIRON on July 26, 1998 at 02:48:01:
Poor Dear Dumb Marsha,
I don't exist. You are alone . . . at all the little moments when you turn to your angel, I'm not here. Yesterday when your jacket pocket hooked on the car door handle for the umpteenth time and your eyes filled with tears and you addressed that little prayer upwards and it calmed you down . . . there was nobody here. I wasn't here. I wasn't listening. Why would anybody want to be around a person like you?
Look with me how your prayers ache out into the universe forever seeking an ear to hear them and never find one.