Those morning seating arrangements, the bus, your book and sun acting stupid all over both of us. Through the window and into our eyes, across hands. This had its effect. A stone dropped does something before it sleeps. It’s the new word on the street. Supportive everything but a safety net–they need protecting too. It is not just a man’s world. It is a sane’s world–it is a straight and narrow and I careened from the beginning.

Swaying gets you nowhere.