Do you ever wish
that you’d get rejected
so you wouldn’t be afraid of failure?
that someone you love would die
so you wouldn’t be afraid of grief?
that someone would point a gun at you
so you wouldn’t be afraid of dying?
Adventure-life is second choice,
the only choice left when
a) is living a long, happy life in which
all your safest dreams come true, and
c) is ending up alone and defeated, and
d) is death.
I’m in danger of
of becoming one of those
lucky, terrified people
who have everything to lose.
My life is charmed and uncomplicated.
Heredity: smart, straight and naturally thin
Environment: loving parents, happy childhood
Love life: this ring is magic
it wards off loneliness
and a quarter-life crisis
Social life: I’ll pencil you in next week
Career: non-existent, but I can blame
the job market for a little while
Age: at twenty-three, I am priceless youth
Andrew says, “You know I don’t believe
in God or anything, but sometimes
is just so lucky
you’ve gotta wonder.”
If there is a God,
I thank Him or Her for
the existential terror that gets me
out of bed in the morning.