was sweeping. She was so afraid. This woman who checked him nightly.
Checked his balls and checked his brain. Rocked him like an orphan
monkey rocks itself. And, so. Like taking down a movie set, and, then,
sitting in it. Like painting a Buddha, and smashing it. He’s out by the pool
but there is no pool. Grass, but no. He is going. He needs to. Like Samuel
Beckett. He is famous already.