the subject of my non-existent thesis,
which will cap off the imaginary post-graduate
career i share with my collegiate
contemporaries. moving to chicago and becoming
a really really real writer instead of a
talker dreamer schemer imposter
blogger. marriage. or for that matter,
engagement. or dating. or asking.
where i'm going to move when my lease is up.
how i'm going to make ends meet next month.
how i'm going to handle not sharing my
thoughts and feelings with you. what i'm
going to say when i call.