I can’t go back to sleep. Is that fair? I’d call my union representative if I
knew who it was, the impatient ringing of the phone sounding strangely
like sobs. I was brought up to believe that there’s no such thing as a
stupid question. Now everything I do is treated as if it were a violation
of U.S. airspace. Like this morning, while the coffee boiled, I counted four
deer – or four people disguised as deer – just standing in the yard.
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of
the forthcoming poetry collection The Middle of Nowhere(Olivia Eden
Publishing). He co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely.