Dreams Limited  

Some people talk about money

as of a lover who just dashed

to the store for cigarettes and

never came back. Allison says

that should it ever appear she will

grab it and hide it under her pillow,

so that she will finally have a green sleep

like the princess on the pea. Others dream

about how they will claw through its

paper manes, fondle its banknotes and,

at least once, have an affair with it.

Tina would like to stick it down

her bra, for if the bra smells of money the day

will no longer reek of sweat. The man

with the glass of bourbon in his hand would

like to lock it up in a barrel. He would be left with

just one final worry for the rest of his life: where the

ice cubes are. We all dream in secret

that we reach into its pocket, lifting

one of its coins out, the right coin,

the one that will take us over the river.