Rosa Jurjevics

Rosa Jurjevics is, among other things, a freelance writer and filmmaker. When not doodling on napkins, she divides her time between animating, meeting deadlines, and spending hours wrangling computer files. Her written work has been featured in the San Diego Reader, Bitch Magazine, Real Simple and Buzzine.

Rosa currently resides in Brooklyn, New York. She can be reached via email at rosajurjevics [at] gmail [dot] com.

I am smoking a cigarette when She tells me about Tiktaalik. She is miles away but her voice is urgent in my ear, tinny through the miniscule speaker in my cellular phone.

“Tika-what?” I ask.

“Tik-taa-lik,” She says, annunciating as precisely as she can through several hundred miles of distance between us and about as much static.

I can almost feel Her next to me, Her hand in mine, Her breath in my ear. I am trying to win her and it is unclear if I will. This moment, me on my fire escape wishing to kiss her and Her in her studio apartment wishing for I-don’t-know-what, feels particularly precarious.