I tell Emily that she'll be sleeping in the attic, if that's okay. The child's eyes light up as if she'd just been offered a bunk on a pirate ship.
. . . suppose you're at the center of the Milky Way, and you have a spaceship capable of travelling at . . . 100,000 times the speed of light. . . . [H]ow would you find your way back to Earth within your lifetime?
Tonight I made a muse trap / and baited it with all her favorite / things. I left a trail of palm fronds / and cinnamon sticks and jelly beans
