New Criticals

Everything is So Distracting (Stray Observations)

Pictured: A Fainting Spell

a. Under the influence of summer heat and a recent illness, I nearly fainted in the street. Two young women, members of a Bruderhof community who live on my street, took pity and walked me home. Maybe this is embarrassing? This anecdote can't really serve as any kind of introduction, to myself or my concerns as a reader, which is kind of the point. More importantly it has allowed me to write and say the word "syncope" more than I ordinarily would. So I’m thinking about syncopation, then, too; as the wrench in the works, the sudden change of subject.