Two Stops East, Four Hundred Geese
January twelfth. Here is what happened: Simone asked me last week, in the casual way she asks things that turn out to matter, whether I ever just got on a bus without knowing exac…
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The Light on the First
January first. Not early, not late, just that middle part of the morning where it's technically daytime but nothing has been asked of you yet. The light outside was doing somethin…
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Four Gifts and No Tape
December twenty-first. The plan was to get this done in an hour. That was two hours ago, and I am currently sitting at my kitchen table with one piece of tape stuck to my thumb an…
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The Geo gra phy I Already Had
Dec ember tenth. T he photograph was already on my camera. That is the part I keep coming back to. I had taken it in October, a single block of storefront s two stops east, late a…
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The Day After, and a Very Serious Chicken
November twenty-ninth. The list was my idea. I wrote it on the back of a receipt, which should have been the first sign, and by the third line it said 'chicken (or something)' and…
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The Longest Three Weeks of Absolutely Nothing
November eighteenth. I have been telling myself I wasn't thinking about it. This is a thing I am apparently capable of doing for an impressive stretch of time, about three weeks,…
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The Storefront I Keep Returning To
November seventh. The photograph is a dry cleaner's window. That's it. A large plate-glass front with a faded green awning, the kind of place that has probably been there since be…
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There Is No Sheriff Here
October twenty-seventh. What happened was: I walked past the bulletin board at the rec center on Thursday and there was a flyer for a Halloween costume contest and I read it, look…
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Forty Varieties
October sixteenth. The expired coupon booklet was for a Saturday market, which I never went to, but it turns out there's also a Thursday evening version three blocks further east…
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The Cardigan in Question
October fifth. There's a specific kind of Sunday morning that starts with opening the closet and immediately closing it again. Not because there's nothing to wear, there's somethi…
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