2 December 2002 | Vol. 2, No. 4

Believer

I tell her she's superstitious

she fires back:

"You're a poor excuse for a skeptic."

She believes in miracles,

I believe

(given a long enough period of time)

everything turns to cinder.

She waits on grace,

I wait surprise announcements

from the Emergency Broadcasting System.


Last night

she was on the phone

more than an hour

in deep discussion

with a close friend.

I was on the couch

watching Kings

lose to Knicks on ESPN,