Taylor Swift

Winter, 2016–2017 / No. 38

In a dream I am an old man and my mother appears to me.

I am happy and surprised to see her.

She is singing “You’re So Vain.”


Just before my own child falls asleep

we talk about Taylor Swift.

These minutes can actually be quite intimate.

And then she is unconscious.

Unconscious and in a way really gone,

at least until morning. That’s the goal.


“How old will Taylor Swift be when I am twenty?”

I do the math.



What about fifty?”


“Whoa. And you, Daddy?

“How old will you be when I am fifty?”

Different math. “Goodnight, precious baby.”


My mother doesn’t stick around for long,

just one chorus.

And in my dream I live forever.