So when can you free up some time to see me?
Free up some time? “Time is one thing that’s
always free” — remember that, my dear Gottfried?
Sounds vaguely familiar. Who said that?
You did.
Really?
Yep, eight weeks ago tomorrow in physics.
You handed me that note when Dr. Mundt
turned to the board and diagrammed
the relationship between time and space.
Well, a lot’s happened since then, and anyway
you know what I mean, my darling Klarissa.
When can I see you?
Yes, I know what you mean—so much, dear—
and you can see me right now.
On my phone, you mean?
In your imagination, I mean. Where else?
Where else? I want to see you in person!
That will still be in your imagination.
Yeah, okay, true enough, I suppose.
So let me clarify my request a bit
for the sake of precise imaginary expression.
How about the two of us imaginary beings
meet up at the imaginary 70×7 Café
at the imaginary time 12:30 p.m. tomorrow?
Okay, I’ll be there, insofar as I can be at all.
I’d say that’s pretty far in. And out.
Out . . . if there were such a thing, my love.
