Published Work:

september 1, 2009

For What it’s Worth

On the way to meet her, I have time, more than I’ve ever been aware of before, and the shifts swirl around me. When we came together, when we fell away, what was between us before there was nothing. I think back six years. How I used to walk around with a little notebook in my bag, and jot down fleeting thoughts on subway cars. My fingertips, half-stained with ink, were moving with each lurch. Stop and start, stop and start. Back when we knew one another but not ourselves, I waged wars in my mind about self and sense of self, person and persona, light and dark, and my own eternal question—Was it more important to have talent or to want talent? I was figuring out who I was, what I meant to this world. Alexis was doing more or less the same.