Nancy's Musings

  The engine shivers, sends warmth to its vital organ: the driver. Leaning lazily, head resting looking out I watch the sky shed crystal cells Dusting across the frigid ground, Landing on the vertical glass, Each of six arms reaching out in the confidence of cold. The arrogance of ice. I see them, each one a giant but still eating, still hungry. Their elaborate growth from moment to moment of free-fall Visible, detailed, exquisite, And then Brownian Chora. Infancy.

1) I defended basil. The herb. Yes. 2) He texted, "I'm smarter then I look." How was I supposed to resist the obvious reply? 3) I expressed my distaste for The Big Bang Theory's gender politics. 4) I think he was tired of being pressured to communicate. 5) I vaguebooked that hearing about his sexual fetish was an emotional burden I wasn't prepared to carry. To be fair, I should have had a one-on-one conversation about it. But I didn't feel safe. It's messy. 6) I told him to go away. (He gets bonus points for respecting my decision.) 7) He interpreted my flirting as WAY dirtier than I meant. To be fair, though, I've made the same mistake with others. 8) He moved away to law school. 9) I literally don't know. Maybe he was gay? He did seem very, very obsessed with going on Disney cruises with his mother. 10) I didn't like that he reposted a sexist meme on Facebook, and said so. 11) I think I just bored him. 12) I lost my temper at his total inabil...