Which is about a tedious moment when a
woman singing on stage was so involved it
appeared as though she might tip over
backward. She didn’t, but I imagined she did. I
imagined she hit her head on the edge of the
kick drum, fell into a coma, and never
recovered. I thought about the note that sent
her backward and how she would hear it
forever. I imagined you could see the note
swimming in the still pools of her eyes.