The unspoken cruelty which helps us survive--- Cruelty unspoken. It describes us all. I remember a virtuous man tried to make me feel small. A man ties his shoe. The buildings are tall. The dog obeys his master but the dog could kill his master. Christ says he will. Powerful legs and teeth and eyes made to tear his prey asunder under freezing skies. Forgive me, I think too much. Of all the things I noticed...she wasn't very tall but she holds me in her sway, without trying, even to this day! I glimpsed her in a punk band on Whalley Avenue. Near Yale. When I was trying to get away from you.