Flying is not merely having wings.
—Sue Rosen
Is it just that nothing seems
incalculable. So I walked
uphill for, like, another half
a mile. Nobody is waiting
on me. But soon it’s to-
morrow, another ‘last day’
when I need to let people
know I’m (definitely) in-
terested. Maybe I just
need to find Peter’s
party. We could veg
the entire afternoon
and make french
toast and bacon
afterwards. But I get
really momentarily bel-
ligerent talking about
an assistant position,
should one be available.
