i was looking for a parking spot, mindlessly listening to the radio when i became painfully embarrased for the artist singing. her lyrics were so juvenille and inexpericened and i realized at one point i might have liked that song, i might have found solace in the implied, in the longing. but i've grown some-have a few more licks and kicks and perspective that comes only from having been there and being there-and the more i walk this line the more i find myself happily detaching from that sequence of self-becoming. which makes me wonder what corners are still out there? perhaps it has something to do with the man i married: mr. rational.