By
Anthony Gregory
Call
it Nature, call it God, call it Physics, call it Chance. Whatever it is, it
once established that it was proper for a single universe to exist.
Now,
it has decided that so do parallel ones like this:
Lawrence
and Melinda walking together on a painful stroll down Eleventh Street
And
just for a second the two forgot who was the lover and who was the cheater
And
what all that meant
Lawrence
says to Melida:
I’m sorry. But the last time we talked here I got a bad migraine,
let’s take this away.
And
they went away.
Three weeks later Lawrence dies by adultery.
A
new world’s standard’s begun.
Call
it Nature, call it God, call it Physics, call it Chance. Whatever it is, it
once established that it was proper for a single universe to exist.
Now,
it has decided that so do parallel ones like this:
Lawrence
and Melinda mocking eachother with disdainful slow sounds their love’s
defeat
He
first and she second they each begat against the other he begins to beat her
And
what all that meant.
Melinda
says to Lawrence:
I’m sorry. But the last time we walked here you saw I had my brain, it
was yesterday.
I
just want to stay.
She cheats later Larry buys some cultery.
A
new girl handles a gun.
Call
it Nature, call it God, call it Physics, call it Chance. Whatever it is, it
once established that it was proper for a single universe to exist.
Now,
it has decided that so do parallel ones like this:
Lawrence
and Melinda talking it over with their brain’s full of pounding beats
The
beats count the seconds of his regret over the other and that he’d need
her
And
what all that meant
Lawrence
says to Melinda
I’m
sorry. But the first time I felt near seems so long ago, and I just don’t
know, why we can’t grow.