“Yet the sensation of passing time can be very different. Dr. Zauberman said,

‘depending on what your think about, and how.’”

Tweezing eyebrows and thinking about refinancing the mortgage

Tweezing eyebrows and thinking about a daughter’s curfew

Sledding and not thinking (was I six?)

Cooking and not thinking (was it stir-fry?)

Riding in a train to visit my sister and recalling how I told her to be quiet every

night of our childhood (—now sorry)

Fuck it. Five minutes left to the test, she filled in the rest of the bubbles and left.

As her father drove her to flute lessons she kept talking so he wouldn’t ask her

how she was doing in school. Or anything else.

Tweezing eyebrows and thinking about the lice outbreak

Riding the train to see a lover—the heat blasting under the seat, the vibration

arousing—

He loved researching at the Forty-Second Street Library, to spend the day viewing

rolls of micro-film on penny-dreadfuls.

Re-booting

Reading the news on the war, listening to the same, watching. Never not

watching suicide bombers

Googling killer bees and extinction

Tweezing, I remember to use the pressure cooker for root vegetables