XXI. Could you be more specific? Is that all you can tell me? Just surface? This is frustrating, you know that? Why don't you take a break? Go smoke a cigarette or drink a beer or something. Go find the person you love, or you lust for, or you have always desired, and make sweaty ravenous love. Do something. Leave me alone. Mark your place, put me down. Go have a life for a while. Pretend to, at least. Stop reading me. You can read anyone, can't you? You can see right through. I'm tired. It's been what, five minutes, and you've already tired me out. You savage, you. Whew. Go away. Go bother somebody else for a while. I'm sore. No really, you were good. You know, we tried. It was nice. We can try again later. Take that with you. I'm sick of looking at it. It's not your fault. Don't worry. Clean yourself up. Get some sleep. Goodbye.

XXII.