You whom I hoped to reach by writing, <br />you beyond the multicolored tangle <br />of telephone wires, <br />you with your white paper soul <br />trampled in transit, <br />you with kaleidoscope stamps <br />& black cancellations, <br />you who put your finger on my heart as I slept, <br />you whom I jostle in elevators, <br />you whom I stare at in subways, <br />you shopping for love in department stores. . . <br /> <br />I write to you <br />& someone else answers: <br />the man who hates his wife <br />& wants to meet me, <br />the girl who mistakes me for mother. . . <br />My strange vocation <br />is to be paid for my nightmares. <br /> <br />I write to you, my love, <br />& someone else <br />always answers.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-whom-i-hoped-to-reach-by-writing/
