Two Who Don't Know They Are Joined in This Poem

I wanted to go into the sun where it was warm and could be warm inside too, your face is the same and not. You told me to the music of the gaunt men playing ball and the women walking slowly and the monkey hanging from the old tree You told me You were born with crooked legs sleeping in braces and always straight, that later you couldn't sleep any other way, the blood the pain and no climax and no climax, what do you call it you said never reaching orgasm.

I thought of the blame of your parents which is the blame of society which is the blame of us all, of me, and I thought of the no-blame. I remembered the letter

from a friend who said, as the paper reached me thismorning "You know I feel no fault in you... & no fault in myself, No Blame as the I Ching says" and you said

I still cry when I think of the shock treatments it was terrible, the pain, the same pain that makes us love one another even before we know each other here. Who was to blame for those shock treatments I thought on the warm grass.

Your pain points in new directions like your wrist watch you hung on that woman's shoulder coming out of the public john, and the blame to be held in our hands one by one.