Sukie- Sukie sitting int he corner and wel...just..you know. Sukie tries to talk a little and well..just..you know. Sukie rises up to speak and she almost...oh pooh. Sukie sits back down politely and...here's hoping that...you know, cause I don't have a clue. Oh word, words, words, I can never find the words, words, words... I can never find the words. All these words inside me now, but not much inner peace. All these words inside me now, just aching for release. Darryl- And if I said that I would listen, might that ease the doubt? yes, if I said "I'm here to listen", what would you like to talk about? What would you like to talk about? Sukie- I'd like to talk about the night, I'd like to talk about the day, I'd like to talk about the weather- but I guess thats just cliche. I'd like to talk a little Latin, maybe talk a little Greek. I'd like to talk about the arts- I rented "Hamlet" just last week. I'd like to talk about my poems, why I shy away from rhymes. I'd like to talk about that letter I had published in the Times. I'd like to talk about Euripides, and Schopenhauer and Bach- and if there's any doubt remaining, I'd be happy just to talk. But words, words, words, I can never find the words, words, words- words, words, words, words. I'd like to talk about the deepest sort of secrets that I hold, I'd like to talk about the underlying truth if truth be told. Talk about the touching that can bring the tension out... I'd like to talk about the things I guess I shouldn't talk about. I'd like to talk about my feelings when the lights are turned down low. I'd like to talk about my needs, above the covers and below. -ac