I have a method of making poems. Poems from letters, conversation recorded, from almost anything. A number of these poems are misplaced. I only have “L6” with which to construct a poem. This must be poem the mystery story. What is “L6”? A shoe size? A measure of skin dryness? A locker at a train or bus station somewhere? A name—a code name for a secret organization? Stupid dream. My skin is dry alligator. I must apply cream. Excuse me—Aaah! My arms are greasy now—soothed now. Still I am stymied. What is “L6” Why did my sure fire ways pick it? Were all my methods a dream?