on tuesday, plume started noting down poems on dollar bills (about three) and putting them in circulation. when he was down to the last buck (yesterday), he copied it two hundred and thirty-eight times, filled the empty spaces with poems, and spent them all in one evening.
the banktellers salesladies and thieves, who notoriously check for counterfeit bills, now started reading poetry. passersby and mallwalkers heard of free money being handed out at the counters and cashregisters. they crowded to receive dollar poems.
children were disappointed to get their pocket change and traded candy for banknotes.
poetry was common currency until friday when plume was accused of plagiarism.
