this is really hard to mean

I find it interesting (and puzzling) that you would be able to forgive something of that nature. A pretty graphic poem. Nice to see you writing again, my friend. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd

unfortunate the starkness of content that strikes this brain of mine so harshly on reading. Wish it were not so. Wish the reality behind these words of yours were otherwise. I know, though, it (it meaning the queue up to climax) must be said. By someone. By you. Thanx for the impact such that I won't need to nap now for at least a while. And though I can sense a sarcasm might be implied by my penultimate sentence here, any such implication's very much not intended. Yours, Chuck

What a terrible thing to have as a living part of your psyche. I am so sorry that this is in your memories. The poem is a real shocker. Always, Cat