How I Acquired My New Position


That path revealed only that I was not the first. I decided to leave the future behind.
Long before the after I was.

Can you hear the idiot snorting? The kind of sound that frightens the innocence.

Clocks do nothing to help me. Have you noticed that the second hand is the third?
East of her cheek, oblique references to unrealized pleasures. The irresolute trail of a salt
I witnessed my memoir beneath those clouds.

There are some uncertainties in the driveway. I Iook forward to your next visit. Of
course there are some reasons I shouldn’t be here. I’ve troubled the causeway with
untroubled causes.

The oldest was wearing an old baseball cap when the ice on the stove finally
melted. He had no excuse for the night crew, still not old enough to father such a moon.
That’s not my job anymore either, but I enjoy the transformations and I am old
enough to be saddened by them.

Previously in this trial, I told the truth about a lie. Scaffolds and scaffolds of
knicker trimmings. I held the Joyce against it and snapped it smartly.

Ambassador to rain has always been my most tedious career, but I can’t seem to
give back the gentle caress. My best efforts evaporate.
They tell me my resignations proved how well-suited I was for the job.

All the parts seemed to be in working order, but the story itself resisted ordering its

I got what I wanted. I thought the world was bigger than that.

Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.