Melkman:

Miss America is an idea, not
a dream. To convince
must first draw it out (the screaming/
sighs/quiet console).

Have you spoken
yet with the council? Their
alphabet won't suck it
from you, even
if you don't; though

there was a man with a
gun last
night on the
street
by your apartment.

And he's taking the melk
and the money. Where
did you meet him?