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If
X
is
less
than
the
cost
of
a
recall
,
then
we
do
n't
recall
.
Everywhere
I
go
,
there
's
the
burned-up
wadded-up
shell
of
a
car
waiting
for
me
.
I
know
where
all
the
skeletons
are
.
Consider
this
my
job
security
.
Hotel
time
,
restaurant
food
.
Everywhere
I
go
,
I
make
tiny
friendships
with
the
people
sitting
beside
me
from
Logan
to
Krissy
to
Willow
Run
.
What
I
am
is
a
recall
campaign
coordinator
,
I
tell
the
single-serving
friend
sitting
next
to
me
,
but
I
'm
working
toward
a
career
as
a
dishwasher
.
You
wake
up
at
O'Hare
,
again
.
Tyler
spliced
a
penis
into
everything
after
that
.
Usually
,
close-ups
,
or
a
Grand
Canyon
vagina
with
an
echo
,
four
stories
tall
and
twitching
with
blood
pressure
as
Cinderella
danced
with
her
Prince
Charming
and
people
watched
.
Nobody
complained
.
People
ate
and
drank
,
but
the
evening
was
n't
the
same
.
People
feel
sick
or
start
to
cry
and
do
n't
know
why
.
Only
a
hummingbird
could
have
caught
Tyler
at
work
.
You
wake
up
at
JFK
.
I
melt
and
swell
at
the
moment
of
landing
when
one
wheel
thuds
on
the
runway
but
the
plane
leans
to
one
side
and
hangs
in
the
decision
to
right
itself
or
roll
.
For
this
moment
,
nothing
matters
.
Look
up
into
the
stars
and
you
're
gone
.
Not
your
luggage
.
Nothing
matters
.
Not
your
bad
breath
.
The
windows
are
dark
outside
and
the
turbine
engines
roar
backward
.
The
cabin
hangs
at
the
wrong
angle
under
the
roar
of
the
turbines
,
and
you
will
never
have
to
file
another
expense
account
claim
.
Receipt
required
for
items
over
twenty-five
dollars
.
You
will
never
have
to
get
another
haircut
.
A
thud
,
and
the
second
wheel
hits
the
tarmac
.
The
staccato
of
a
hundred
seatbelt
buckles
snapping
open
,
and
the
single-use
friend
you
almost
died
sitting
next
to
says
:
I
hope
you
make
your
connection
.
