And who loves the other more?
No! How could I have asked that? …I just took the question for myself. I’m so so sorry. I…
“It’s too late. Look to yourself,” the cricket said, “You know the answer.”
My heart sank. A flood of images, memories, rushed through me, as they had in Sailor’s apartment in New York, just after we’d met. But now they were not mine, they were hers. Once again I was inside Sailor, and she was deep in the bowels of the theater, in the green room, in the half light, slung out on the sofa, books and newspapers piled all around, half naked, fucking….
With my eyes still open, the present moment now layered into my strange vision, I could see that Sailor was asleep, yet restless, uncomfortable.
(Back Door: Enter Sideways, Their limbs twined together, Pea Green Easy Chair or Turbulence (The First Touch) into the search bar.)