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,