I bit the bullet.

Again.

Yesterday, I wrote the graduate school for the third time in the last week. Three different offices, three same no-answers.

MFA classes start in three weeks.

I just want to know if I start with them.

Is that too much to ask?

Silence is the answer.

Pity I cracked my left incisor on that bullet—

My ‘grin and bear it’ resolve will be particularly gruesome this go-around.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe, the Cracked Tooth