A Small Daydream

(Proof of my book dorkiness)

As the snow brightened outside my office window & the snow began to melt, I daydreamed about going home & reading David Foster Wallace.  I wanted to fall into his wordy texts like a big fluffy mattress.  I wanted to remember how it felt to curl up with nightmares & wake up to something wise & beautiful.  I wanted to see Gately’s beach & understand the geometry of tornadoes.  Life, of course, has other plans.


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