there is still the editing, the bibliography, and the footnotes. there is still a sofa and an altar, a decade worth of journals. some clothes and a bottle of tamari. there are three finals but only two of them are taking (the other is for giving). there is a bachelor party and a wedding but neither of them are mine, and somewhere in New Jersey the mother of a mentor is dying.
there are letters of recommendation and an application for a fellowship. return flights are unbooked and the window is open; Al Green is singing. my sister is writing, Saylor called to tell me Mardou has absconded the city. there are two books waiting to be returned to the library, and yesterday a student asked (in a whisper): do you smoke weed?
but all this is beside the point.
the point is that a girl once told me - in all seriousness - that she didn't know if she wanted to be an artist or a scientist, and therefore she was going to be a firefighter. apparently the intervening two years have provided her with some clarity because, when i spoke to her yesterday, she told me that she was going to start studying polar animals. my first thought?
but you live in South Florida...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
(ostensibly) finished
Labels:
American girl,
auspices,
ma soeur,
music,
part 3,
saylor,
school,
vegetarianism
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