MT. STUART ELEMENTARY FILES, Emergency School Dismissal Information, Evidence of Divorce and Relocation Timeline in the Form of Index Cards No. 1, No.2, and No. 3, Circa 1988-1989
If it's best to call work numbers, call JLD. But if I were to ride the bus home, which bus, and to which home would I be going?
How long did it take KLK to retrieve her maiden name?
If you look closely at the / between addresses and phone numbers on each index card shown above, you can see where my heart fissured, the liminality I thereby entered at the mercy of a No. 2 pencil that probably needed to be sharpened.
There it is again, below my Passport to Jesus photo: the Country Mouse becomes the City Mouse, or so it was, in part, sold to me, along with tire swing, treehouse, and--cue "Entry of the Gladiators" (see below)--a trapeze, because what girl doesn't dream of flying high, vermiculite falling on her hair like snow?
How about those sound-deadening acoustic ceiling properties, while we're here: for when you have to cry yourself to sleep, or when you don't want to hear who else in the house does.
But I don't mean that like woe is me, nor sentimentally--just feels like a missed opportunity otherwise.
Liminality: a threshold, to be sure, the entrance to a house--and by extension the house itself (and thus an exit from another).
That sense of ending, a gate or barrier between two separate fields or spheres--the indeterminacy and in-betweenness, so unascribable, indescribable.
Neither here nor there.
But wandering the periphery of existence, the uncertain fringe of I have/I had (see below):
NOTE TO FIRST EDITION EDITOR/S: pending the author's approval, please consider switching tense from present to past.
Country Mouse/City Mouse--cute analogy, sure.
Except, the thing is, the Country Mouse in question will always want to leave the city, and she will (she'll run and run and run).