From Ïmaginative Qualities Of Actual Things, by Gilbert Sorentino
"...I saw Bunny the same day. She was with three or four ugly Beautiful People, laughing, crackling, full of life, but underneath...! It was clear that her heart was broken.She was carrying a torch, she took a lot of time out for tears, she won't die, she'll live on, she gets that old feeling, there'll never be another Guy, she won't forget the night she met him, the songs of love are not for her, she dances with tears in her eyes, her love for him meant only heartaches, she'd like just one more chance, willows weep for her, every street's a boulevard of broken dreams, she covers the waterfront, she can't show her face, she smokes, she drinks, she never thinks about tomorrow, sometimes she can't even think of his name, sonnets she writes of him, she's aware her heart is a sad affair, their love went out just like a dying ember, she'll never smile again, half a love never appealed to her, she rushed in where angels fear to tread, she has those blues in the night, she's got it bad, she doesn't want to walk without him, she'll remember April, he'll never know just how much she loves him, she falls in love too easily, she should care, it was like a trip to the stars, he came, he saw, he conquered her, oh, how they waltzed, it's just her luck to be in love in vain, she wishes she didn't love him so, haunted heart won't let her be, don't cry, Bunny, she didn't see her in his eyes any more, her heart cries for him, she'll never be free, she talks to the trees, she won't cry any more, he's unforgettable, that's what he is, she wishes he were here, she needs him now, the night is bitter, she'll never stop loving him, and, frighteningly manic, she says, "Drink up, all you happy people!"
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