voicemail from the end of the world

juliet, calling last month from college:


hi mom. um, im calling you from an adirondack chair at the end of the world [the far lawn edged in shrubs at her college], i am relaxing, i can hear drummers nearby, drumming somewhere across the grass, i am chewing mint mojito orbit gum, and um, i am happy, i have dad who lives in berlin, and a mom who lives somewhere in texas right now, and um, let's see, i am wearing a really pretty yellow dress, and i have to go to class but i am going to be late and thats ok, it's springtime and there are flowers everywhere. love you, bye.


you understand, i have nothing at all to really worry about. however i do, and also i dont. meanwhile, i am listening to some really good tunes by storyville and looking forward to playing out on the high seas again. i have missed being a road dog, and a pirate.