Tuesday
I know that there are no gods
because none of my prayers have been answered,
and you asked me to kiss you,
but you kissed her at that party last night.
It is not miraculous
when my bamboo plant flourishes even
after I forget to water it for two weeks, and
I wasn’t surprised when I
opened my front door and was greeted by
a bouquet of sunflowers.
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