In fact, I’m standing here in my stupidsuit, the one I might wear for a job interview. I am hoping this will get you back.
I know better, that is, I should know better, but really your smile is like some high-level math problem, I can’t just walk away from.
Your smile, your eyes, all of it scribbled on a ten-foot chalkboard. I’d need ladders and pulleys, and to tell the truth, I left school without ever solving for X.
Last night, your phone rang off the hook. I know this because it was me who was calling.
The first question in my imagined interview, the one I’m dressed up for will be, why didn’t I put down the phone after the first hundred tries? I will punt (!) and say something interview-ish like my worst quality is I love much harder than I have to.
Then they will say they need someone really really good at math.
I will say, look, I will stay up nights, come in weekends. I will mention that this very suit is going beyond for me, and doesn’t that show I care?
I will shake their hands. I will leave them every possible number they can reach me at. I will even give them yours.
Then, I will wait for days by my phone. Even though my phone is in my pocket no matter where I go.
I will call you several times. A hundred if I have to.
To see if you’ve heard anything.
Francine Witte is the author of four poetry chapbook, one full-length collection, and the forthcoming, Theory of Flesh from Kelsay Books. Her flash fiction has appeared in numerous journals, anthologized in the most recent New Micro (W.W. Norton) and her novella-in-flash, The Way of the Wind is forthcoming from Ad Hoc Fiction, as well as a full-length collection of flash fiction, Dressed All Wrong for This which is forthcoming from Blue Light Press. She live in New York City, USA.