possibilities, excerpt

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I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.


—Wislawa Szymborska

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The sun turns like a pinwheel.

It counts

its radiant, radioactive petals, ending always

in ‘love,’ an odd number—


—Oni Buchanan

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