A Fold of Sun Comments

We decided I
should go alone
on foot. I

would find
him in
the pharmacy. If

he said ‘In
the head of
God all propositions

have existed
always,' we would make
the exchange.

He was standing
in front of the
calamine lotion.

He spoke to the
air. I slipped
the envelope into

his pocket and
bought a topical
analgesic to

avoid suspicion.
When I left, I
had a face

again, could open
an account, drink
coffee in the

sun. On the street two
women talked
of money. I paid them

no mind. I
could now always
walk with my light

to the front.
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