I met a man who taught me how to look directly

into someone's mind. He intended to kill me

afterwards but I ran away really fast. I went over

to Giancarlo's and he gave me a pair of vibrating

underpants "just for fun." I taught a class. I

attended a gallery opening. I sat in a convertible

for hours trying to control my feelings. The big

courtroom scene was coming up and I wasn't

prepared at all. Love is a dying animal in a pool

of blood, you said to the jury. You should never

assume anything. I've since looked directly into

your mind. I've watched your fantasy lover untie

the twine from your wrists, place his fingers on

your neck. I've watched you run from the people

who cut you open in the middle of the night. I've

watched as you unravel videotape after videotape

into the bathtub, saying to yourself, I always

thought I'd do better things.