“To save you from anguish.”
“You must be joking. How can talking to you be anguish for me?”
“Because it is anguish for everyone.”
“How so? It just feels very good talking to you.”
“Don’t begin to feel too good.”
“Why? Is just good okay?”
“Good is relative.”
“What are you talking about?”
“God.”
“God??”
“Yes.”
“Feeling suicidal?”
“No. Just thinking of god.”
“And writing graphic poetry for...”
“Hope god reads it and god is a man and is getting excited.”
“So you are feeling suicidal?”
“Hmm…I won’t do anything. Just teasing god. Wonder if god would like this poetry.”
“Why do you want to die?”
“Because I have a feeling god would like me.”
“What about humans.”
“What is that?”
“You are the same – enigmatic and impossible.”
“If I were possible, can you imagine the anguish.”
“Is that why you fantasised about Neruda?”
“I did not. Neruda wants me.”
“Why does Neruda want you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it is a fantasy wanting a fantasy.”
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