Thursday, May 26, 2016


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
during, or