My name did not touch me today so I waited for the bus with eyes focused in a stare. E. walked by, I could tell by his whistling, which followed his feet, bouncing off traffic and black cats. I decided to walk five notes behind him because I could hear and not see, you see. My boss will be angry at me for being late or actually absent but clairvoyance was never a job requirement and I think that I am technically missing anyway. I followed the sharp vowels, delicate like smoke in a slice of light, and the five-note lag sent me a couple of seconds into the future. (I'm missing).