February 22, 2008:
I still think her affected poetry pals were ridiculous.
Beret and knee boots, ersatz Parisienne. Cigarette holder, contemptuous scowl. Shallow and posing.
Later I discovered they shared her hurtful aggression. They lashed out alongside her, when she and they felt rejected by me.
Well — they were rejected by me. And still are.
She wasn't. That distinction mattered, for a long time.