we are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan grayed in and gray dream makes a giddy sound not strong like rent feeding a wife satisfying a man but could a dream send up through onion fumes its white and violet fight with fried potatoes and yesterdays garbage ripening in the hall flutter or sing an aria down these rooms even if we were willing to let it in had time to warm it keep it very clean anticipate a message let it begin we wonder but not well not for a minute since number five is out of the bathroom now we think of lukewarm water hope to get in it 