To the Reader: Shaw gone Wilde

I like the way my hand hurts where I made like Jesus and pledged myself,

Forgave my own sins. He wasn't sinless, you know. The radical act was blessing those

Who could not stop themselves. I wish sometimes I could be stronger,

I wish I could touch you when you're near. I can't. I see you now, reading.

How much is that?

My body is wracked with fever now.

I once thought my death would heal, and

Once again, I want to take you the way

My eyes can touch. In Wagner,

Amfortas has a wound that just his spear can heal.

Faith is not an argument.

The whole point of Pygmalion is that Higgins is gay. And in Wilde,

All of the characters want to dance. You, my reader, are all I have.

I cannot hurt you.