I could make a religion of coincidence.

The famous book and doughnut stores
we hoped to visit: blocks apart
on the randomly chosen road.

The part I told him I once played,
Stella, the night before: scored
by the lead in the new Almodóvar.

The book my daughter
thought better of buying: abandoned,
curlcovered, on the nearby grassy hill.

I could believe in a hidden order,
a way to know I am in the right place,
a way to say, look how the world aligns
for our amusement. Stop planning. I don’t.


One Response to “I could make a religion of coincidence.”

  1. Fey says:

    Most amazing title and concept evah. Also second best madeup word… .curlcovered… Provides such a clear picture to this reader

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