I DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION
Taking bribes. Conning money from milkmen.
It all works together down here : Chinese
undertakers and ladies who tell fortunes. The
trucks line up at the bakery dock. I am dazed,
and just walking around in a fog. Forget the
moment's occasion, lift the world from my
shoulders instead. Window curtains are
dancing like a geisha-girl's fair cloak,
and my eyes seem attracted to
anything bright.
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