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－if it once gleamed, if it ticked, if it buzzed, if it

oiled eternal youth, if it whispered

on an old tape with the sexual lure of infinite

cash, if it said I am your private

castle and you are a queen, if it lit a thousand bulbs, if it shaved a thousand hairs, if

it declared God loves you, if it promised to cure harelips eczema scabies rage,

if it clipped hangnails, if it delivered proverbs, if it hugged the ass—it’s laid out on a collapsible

table or a mat on asphalt, money will change hands, money will change us

all, change Gypsies professors Nigerian whores limping children drugged babies

ipodded teens Somali refugees artists in drag illegal Albanians cruising pols  We said

one world  We said isn’t my money good enough for you  Switch blade  Switch banks  The Cloaca

Maxima accepts all currencies  The Tiber leaks yellow between its legs venereal

venerable duty-free luxurious silken rippling classical waves sold and soldered solved reflected here—