He asked me about my ten-year plan.
Those things bother me. I am more
spontaneous and I believe one can
abandon plans in one day rather
than consort with contrivances
over decade-long spans and
like our sweaters clinging
we'll be motionless while
still moving still moving.
When he spoke, God leapt from his cufflinks
with a turkey's head and a lion's body and
spread fire onto the table to separate us
from the scrolls of business that often
plague the conversational landscape
and while he asked about technical
qualifications, I watched as God
cavorted about in mischief; oh,
it was good to see her release.
The interview was over.