I Think Most Clearly While Sliding a Warm Mug of Something, Slowly, Back and Forth Across My Collar Bone: The Art of Decision-Making

I've just had my morning coffee. It is almost 11 am. I can't remember the last time that I've been able to do this, recently.

I've gotten the job.

I'm on the cusp of getting the apartment.

I knock on wood.

I've always been fascinated with the ritual of superstition.

(pause)

For now, I watch the leaves of the trees outside my window wave hello and goodbye. They know something I don't:

As per usual, and how

it always should be.



Hold on to me.


-k.
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