we could rob a bank, you and i, <<with the evening spread out against the sky, like a patient, etherized upon a table,>> make no muttering retreats, no ragged claws scuttling across ocean floors, and nobody would count on us, for anything, half starving, we could have *** outside, or watch a parade, and there would be nothing to discuss, nothing to decide, nothing to fear, or desire, and we could bath in the river, or the lake, or the ocean, trust each other in silence, a wordless communion of minds, this world, this time, this life, like some endless hunger that no meal can satisfy, and we can sit across the table, look into each other's eyes, and maybe rob a bank