Each section is based on the Oxford English Dictionary’s word of the day from July, 2023.
I. hornman, n.
I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. I feel like a spit valve at the end of a show. Every day is the same four songs on repeat.
II. mug, adj.
Track 1: the first things I see are angry numbers telling me to wake up, roll out of bed, make myself look human.
III. bummill baty, n.
Track 2: I sit in a Starbucks drive-thru, then I sit in backroad traffic behind school buses, before I sit in a cubicle and enter data into a spreadsheet.
IV. mirligoes, n.
Track 3: 7359672056 tab 4214 tab 60.89 enter. Thin, black numbers in small, white boxes. Veins between the pixels come into view.
V. mingei, n.
Track 4: Rectangles, rounded edges. Talking heads in news rooms, vlogs in cluttered bedrooms. They all keep talking into their own headphones.
VI. mizzler, n.
When does the narrative begin? Where is the inciting incident? Why must every day bleed into the next?
VII. machinga, n.
When I was younger, people said there were many paths. They pitched careers like rolexes on streets around tourist traps. But “following my dreams” stranded me in data entry.
VIII. raccoon, v.
Is it possible to start over? Take a different turn down a side street on an evening walk, not go back?
IX. anticipant, adj. and n.
Pack a duffel bag just in case. The mountain looms over the end of the highway. The exit sign shines in the evening light.
X. rampike, adj.
A vision: the highway twists, decays like felled leaves in the late-autumnal sun. I take the exit back home.
XI. asante sana, int. and n.
You should be thankful, Kenneth. Many would kill for what you have. How dare you take that for granted, try to leave it all behind?
XII. whenua, n.
These trees, these hills are home to me. I know their stories; they know mine. Why would I leave the only family I know?
XIII. shockeroo, n.
Stuck in limbo: desire for change, comfort of not. I am a boulder, but am I at the bottom of a hill or the edge of a cliff? I awake each morning exasperated.
XIV. fetissan, adj.
Dig out my trumpet from the back of the closet. Lie on the bedroom floor, on my back, eyes closed. Let each note bounce off the ceiling to give me an answer.
XV. minnowed, adj.
Eyes open. Small black dots scatter across the ceiling like fish in a crowded pond. The ghosts of fallen tears connect my eyes to my ears.
XVI. deepfake, n.
At work, the next day, I leave my body, watch someone with my face type on a keyboard endlessly. Their face wrinkles, their hair greys, They keep typing.
XVII. ecofact, n.
Above their desk on the grey cubicle wall, a flyer from a concert ages ago at Jazz Alley, my name in large letters.
XVIII. articucho, n.
A pain in my chest like an ice pick through my ribs. There’s no air in this office. Everything is so loud. Even the lights are failing.
XIX. forslow, v.
Friday. I’ll leave Friday. I’ll pack the car, leave the office and never come back. Definitely.
XX. hippodrome, v.
Friday evening. Sparse highway. The exit sign wears a mask of wet leaves. But my gas tank is low; I can’t chance that.
XXI. raniform, adj.
Why is it I jump whenever I get close to doing something I want to do? Why am I so scared?
XXII. snorker, n.
When I was younger, I had a dream. When I was younger, I played carefree. When I was younger, I ran after what I wanted.
XXIII. nuchthemerinal, adj.
I sit down at the dining table and it's Sunday. The weekend blurred like trees on the highway. I haven’t moved. I can’t move.
XXIV. apple bee, n.
An ad on Instagram. An open mic at the indie bookshop downtown. A stinger in my chest.
XXV. duskus, n.
The sky becomes dark as the inside of the bookshop as the owner steps up to the mic.
XXVI. raconteur, n.
Someone with my face walks onto the stage when my name is called. They explain their history with the song “Over the Rainbow” while fiddling with their trumpet’s valves.
XXVII. racketiness, n.
Each note out of their horn, a memory of a past life: clubs, festivals, concert halls all across the country.
XXVIII. aptronym, n.
They don't keep to a set tempo. Notes ebb and flow over heads and bookshelves like grey waves over sea stars in tide pools.
XXIX. queemly, adv.
They smirk, signal the audience with a flip of their left hand. Their voices join in the chorus.
XXX. merry-go-round, n.
When the last note ends, sweat drips down my face. Applause, cheers, smiling faces, tears. It feels like home.
XXXI. delph, n.
Trumpet case on the kitchen counter. Bright office lights. A din of keystrokes. Listen to Donald Byrd on my drive home.
A life of regrets…until the end.
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