I must have drafted three different slices in my head today: about the morning train, the book I’m reading, my students in multilingual reading groups debating the word choices in their stories, the creeper from work, the way my heart still beats frantic, ecstatic wings when I hear my boyfriend turn his key in my lock. Cats, snow, cable guy, overheard at Fairway – more than three drafts, for sure. But pizza & a movie ran away with me tonight, & I could hardly explain my panicky “oh no oh no it’s TOO LATE” to my boyfriend as I stared at the time, aghast. Missed midnight by 15 minutes. I’m trying to tell myself this still counts for me. I almost believe it.