She wanted a hogshead of wine, 63 gallons of it, all to herself. The tricks would be soon over then, she thought. She sang Paul Simon (who she remembered) “There’s a girl in New York City who calls herself a human trampoline," then forgot the rest and so hummed some wobbly bars. "If wishes were horses beggars would ride and I’d be drunk on a hogshead of wine," she said. Hogshead. A word to use in a poem, she thought. She’d lost poems, though. My expertise has come down in the world, she thought. I used to have better thoughts, she thought. A PT Cruiser pulled up and the guy rolled down his window. Well, this will be something new, she thought. My first PT Cruiser.