Blows
We went to MoMA to see the Serras. I called him a sensationalist hack; she cried; I apologized. We went to the Film Forum to see a Truffaut film. She called him a derivative hack; I bit my tongue--hard. We don't talk about art anymore. She left me, simply. I cried, breathlessly.
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