Please sign the lease at your earliest convenience, he writes without a whiff of emotion, without so much as an ounce of shame for the numbers by the dollar sign he has just offered you. Without so much as a thought to how he pulls the rug out from under you.
For a brief moment you were given a dream. You knew it couldn't last, but you hadn't quite thought about what you'd do when it didn't. The only vision that paints itself inside your eyelids is putting everything in storage, is getting in the old station wagon on Avenue B and driving off into the sunset.
The only reaction you ever have to adversity
is freedom.
I walked home from the little writing bar on 5th street reeling in the twilight, drunk on happy hour beer and just as drunk on the idea of adventure. Look at each individual trinket in the little shoebox, try to calculate if I'd miss it were it no longer mine. Look at the spring sunshine and feel a familiar itch grow in my chest. Today is the start of a new year.
See my Phoenix wings begin to singe at the edges,
prepare for the flame.
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