X is where it starts, less sign than our choice. Taking up the instrument of our execution and walking his way, X is on us, rarely visible as an object. Nails go in: lies, indifference, jokes at our expense. They hit the spot, transforming into wisdom. X is more likely to be those we didn’t notice: X and their stranger friends XX&X. We said, “See you in September!” busy making an exit. Now we see them all the time. No more excuses. Whatever gets us out of here, it’s him alone will do it. Sometimes all we want is water.