“Vance, don’t say anymore . . .
I think you are angry with me
really because I told you I was
. . . that way . . .”
“I’m not at all,” Vance interrupted
“I don’t believe you’re queer
anyhow, or gay, or whatever they
call it… Prison made you think that . . .”
“Oh Vance, Vance . . .
I am, I am, I am.”
—James Purdy, NARROW ROOMS