Issue 10

Winter 2014


Tech Support from My House in Wyoming, 1999

There is always awkward small talk
on the restart. I can hear Manhattan
in his voice with its deadline urgency,
the beep and chimes of his computer as he fails
and reboots. Extensions load one by one
and we chat as we wait for my reconfiguration
to work or crash him out again.

He thinks my location is exotic
and he asks me what I see out my window.
I tell him there is a Common Night Hawk
circling in front of Jim Mountain and he whistles.
I ask the same. He snorts and tells me,
Nothing like you see. I'm in the city.
Two pigeons. The North Tower.


Sara Clancy