It's Only an Interview

Here's a crazy idea, she writes, all exclamation points and half-finished sentences, rambling with excitement. Why don't you come out west with us, have a ball, while you're figuring it all out! Their vagabond menagerie moves in waves, attempts to settle, rolls along the crest. My guts tingle with the prospect of getting swept up in the tide, but I work longer hours suddenly than ever before. How amusing the hamster wheel when you do not believe a word it says. You long to write them back, say yes! without hesitation and ride off into the sunset. The front line looks scary from afar.

You dream of it every night,
anyway.