“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.
