49. Don’t drape chiffons. Don’t even substitute newspapers for the silk. Rather, if you must, one strand of a necklace, caught and blowing off one leg, all the other legs bare; the strand only, the pearls long since dropped back to earth. 50. Not far from where a Mafioso left those terrible plastic bags two boys dig in the forest. They know China doesn’t lie on the far side of the trench, only the Indian Ocean. Tired, they walk away, a millipede forgotten in a pocket, curled in light that sifts through the pocket’s cotton weave. Forget the legs. Render just the lattice of light. Spare pencil.