I wouldn't be here if I hadn't
come, one pallbearer says to another. The cemetery has never seen a
gathering like this: Lola Nova is selling subscriptions to her Collage of
Finds Art and Creative Medicine. In the limousine she critiques
billboards across town. Too brown. A miracle of red. Too muddy. Wrong
story.This is the first limo Fast Eddy's been in since he was big
in parking. Oreste Miandros is not talking; he holds Reggie's hand because
Reggie is afraid of ghosts. His eyes are Day-Glo Madonna Blue, same as his
lips. There's a lot of hope for us in art. It's all the twins can talk
about. No mistakes in Picasso or Van Gogh. But Chagall is wrong about
upside down cows.Don confides to the cemetery manager that he has
met a chicken who looks like himself. Before he came to the Blue Motel Don
supported himself selling used cigars and cardboard inner soles. Then he
met this chicken and became its friend. He is writing a book about the
body of the chicken and wondering why. I'm alive and I'm proud, Ada pipes
when Dudley is inserted into the crypt above Marilyn.
Hallelujah!