Today I dropped to the floor on my knees and elbows and cried real tears, begging for God to send me a Woman. My cat had her head bent through her special wilderness-watching chair, cranked towards me, staring bewildered. I asked whether she had not seen me this down bad before, and I don’t think she has in the time I’ve had her. I have been yearning since before she was alive. It is because I dreamt of you last night, and now the chocolate on the stove is a woman I cant have. It is just about now that I would like to lose a finger.