peering out of
an open
screen window,
there are wet cars
and pavement,
there are trees
and stairways,
and what does
it mean?
she says over the phone
everything happens
for a reason,
and today is
sort of part
of that.
it was an
email, an animated
interview, an
acceptance confirmed,
and then a wait for
nothing.
and then another email.
someone wants
to meet you,
my handlers said,
so what do you do?
you walk up and meet them.
you tell them about you.
she said over the phone that
things happen for a reason,
as those sharp butterflies
in the stomach,
as rigid daily routine.
now here i sit
half a view seeing
it all, half a mind
for breakfast and
nausea, half awake
and sitting in half
a morning gone.
everything happens for a reason.
the reason is: I don’t know…
i am certain it will though.
i am not sure how long.
