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“Wait, hold on, how does football play into this again?”

“Because Taylor Swift is the NFL!”

A LITTLE LATER

“And that’s why it says Taylor’s Version after the song title? Because she owns it?”

I turn up the first track of Speak Now. “She does. She owns this version of ‘Mine.’”

“One: that’s a great sentence. And two: good for her. I think you should be able to keep the things you make.”

I exhale. It is an exhale of deep satisfaction. “Me too.”

“I just have one question.”

“Fire at will.”

“You keep saying ‘Errors Tour.’ What’s an ‘Errors Tour’? Is she, like, referring to mistakes she’s made in her past? Like are the errors her ex-boyfriends, or . . . ?”

“I—”

“Sylvie? Are you okay?”

“I can’t—”

“Did Diet Coke just come out of your nose?”

Knox Now I’m Wondering

The unsaid promise of my old life

was that by renouncing popular culture

and never rooting in one place

for very long, my horizons would expand,

my spirit free from the influence

of wealthy tastemakers in steel

towers, my mind liberated

to nurture the connection between

human beings. But now I’m wondering:

what sense it makes to turn our

backs on something because it’s a thing

shared across a vast body of humanity?

How is it not human connection to be

in a stadium with thousands of other people

who love the same thing, all of us