"How did everything succeed in my poem?" Joseph Obvious will ask those questions which make Sara Subtlety laugh. She is transported to problems which don't matter. She has never separated life from life, never challenged herself to compare what she thinks, and what Joseph Obvious thinks, of her hair except in life. Why does one need poetry? It seems to her a frowning imbecility. She already knows the difference between everything else and herself. She has a tendency to be mean because the world and her are each shut away to be more perfectly what they are. And it's an accident---the mistiness of a misty star. Beauty is an arrangement the world has made, which sometimes arranges Sara like some kind of doll in the deep shade. There. That's her poem. She fills up Joseph's cup. "Play some John Lennon for me," she says. Yesterday it was Andy Gibb. Maybe Joseph Obvious will shut up. Joseph is looking for John Lennon. He's thinking about everything.
