The stationary bike says pedal faster. I think, Ok, but when? I can never describe pain without it sounding exactly like love. Both are like petting a dog in an Elizabethan collar while trying to get to a stereo in 1994 to press Record and deciding if smokestacks are beautiful. Has anyone ever told you you look good crossing bridges? Time is of the essence of something. This was still the time when you could tell if a person heard you by the look on their face. By the way I miss the sound of a phone hanging up, how that click was hard, then soft, once I realized it was over. Anytime something ends I have a hard time getting over it, even if it’s just a phone call. Sherwood Anderson is going to save me, we said, but I doubted it. Ask the rooftops of Elyria if he saved all of them. I was just as lonely, but I didn’t know how. In poetry, people make jokes about fragmentation. I understand parts of them.