A coffin is an envelope for sending off the body. We do not have a body. We have the skeleton of a balloon. We have our breath, white on the window. We cannot see through it. In Japan, five- and fifty-yen coins are hewn with holes in the center. We can see through them. These are the coins considered lucky. Imagine that—a thing missing its center is what’s lucky. I dreamed of a coffin filled with five-yen coins, so heavy we couldn’t lift it. When I woke, I took two five-yen coins and sealed them in an envelope. Absent of center, granting passage- way to light, lucky—if that is luck—these are the coins I would place over his eyes, if we had a body.