I was
twenty-two for
most of my adult
life.
—Robert Glück
look at this superhero
slogging over the city’s
rooftops. who? me and
my aching joints (on cue,
off goes the flood warning
alarm from the national
weather service—in the
middle of my therapy
session)! “what’s your
supername?” eyes like
x-ray vision boring into
a beautiful backside,
only to have it do a
u-turn. “oh,” how
embarrassing, “did
i say that out loud?”
