dummy

of the money, in spite of the New Year.

The engines were stopped. People just sat

on their seats watching. “Just put it in the

pile with our other attempts,” said the man

in the black hat, which was another way

of saying what the people had just said.

Then the sun went by or the sun went by.

Meanwhile, nothing looked as good as you

did. People, when they looked at you they

said, “Alors, this is my beautiful attempt,

my dollar.” (They couldn’t decide which

one you were.) They pointed at you and

held you up to the light. They covered

you in the ground. If they couldn’t see

you, then they pointed at the sky.

more and more. Crows in the wood.

Castles. Why do you still want me? (Why

do I still want you?) Here is a twenty,

here is a thirty dollar bill for the pizza-

man. When the delivery comes—just give

it to him. Or: buy me some fries, buy me

a soda. I’m going places. (All of them.)

I’m three pennies twisted in your sides.

I’m one and altogether. I have a night-

barrier. I have promised. Where have

the highwaymen put my shirt? (Why—

are you one of them?) There are two sides

to everything. The most important thing

to remember is: I fixed you up, I put you

in a dark suit. I wanted you to make it.