A Bar of Soap
“I
would like a bar of soap,
please,”
I say to the lady.
The
lady looks at me as if
she
recognizes me. In
my
dream the photo of
Curtis
didn’t do him
justice. Awake, it’s
amazing
the differ-
ences
between life
and
death; between
life
and life. To
think. If I’d like
to
take a shower,
I
have the option
of
walking a
block
down
the
street
before,
during,
or
afterwards.
