a conversation between michael glen and i:

me: do you believe in god?
mg: how do you know?

i'm in the writing center. on tuesdays and thursdays i spend six hours here. it's bright and has a wall of windows that looks out onto a hallway. many chefs use the hallway. someone is here drilling the ceiling. someone else is painting the wall. andrea is eating with a long fork.

i wish i were at the roller derby instead