FORETHOUGHTS

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On the street, I pass a man who has the words You will fall in love
tattooed on his forehead.
He’s playing the odds.
If someone realizes love, he wants to feel
like he had something to do with it.

When those particular cosmic particles first became a life,
their memory of other particles
grew in intensity and became the voice

is something he might have expressed instead
if he’d had a much larger forehead
and if I had a larger forehead
who knows

What a wild notion
that God
gives us a binary system like right and wrong
then sets us loose to use it as a compass
to navigate an obstacle course made of grey areas

Or maybe just

Somewhere in the world
is a place filled with lost socks and accessories to obsolete technology.
Wherever that place is
I hope
it is not in your heart.