Suppose you met someone when you were young, and something happened that convinced you beyond reasonable doubt that they loved you, and you loved them. And then, suppose that there were all sorts of practical problems, and that, on the rare occasions when you did meet them, you said the wrong thing, or they said the wrong thing, and people were hurt, or lost their tempers, and you started to wonder if you'd just hallucinated it all. And that this continued for your whole life.
Well, if you've ever had that kind of experience, you might like Victoria
, a long, elegantly written prose-poem which pretty much does for hopeless love what Hunger
does for being hungry. Wrap it up with a red bow, and give it to a carefully selected person as an unusual Valentine...