I know nobody wants to hear about dreams, but … last night I dreamed that I was in the running to join Yale’s poetry department, as an acolyte of my favorite songwriter (X). The interview process demanded spontaneous poetry, and I floundered. They rejected me, but X stormed up and had a talk with the with the panel, exclaiming: “I need a tutee!” They caved, and now I’m a student of poetry at Yale but I’m not sure that is what I really want.