Let every best thing
find you driving, like a phone call:
able to take it. May myriads
of second chances
grab you, like a package,
retracted to check instructions.
May bad ideas lack
consequence, like use-by dates
on bottled water, your
glory days proliferate
like suburbia, uncertainties
turn out you’ve pulled in
with your gas tank
up next to the pump;
May great love become
the stuff of touches
smudging the surface
of that deep, black screen
always lazing familiar
in the palm of your hand.
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