’Twas a job that required the utmost precision, but earned one the highest o’ salaries — far greater than vulgar physicians o’ the 3rd dimension.
Though she was sure she would kill herself with hypertension @ an early age from all the sweat that dripped from her forehead under the pressure, she also got a high from it, for the feeling o’ success when she calculated the exact second she needed & pulled off her mission. She drank up the look on the faces o’ those doubtful fools when she did the impossible: sniping from the shadows renegades trying to tamper with our perfectly crafted history, trying to introduce their own messy imperfections, as if time were a modernist canvas where things just happen without the careful symmetry o’ future & past holding each other up like the bonds o’ diamonds.