i am prone
to magical thinking. one
definition of “prone” is to lay
flat on the ground, typically
face down.
and one example of thinking,
magically, is: i this morning
write a short email to a woman
in Philadelphia, a screen printer
of shirts. the subject
of the email is; will you
print for me on long-sleeve?
the magical subtext is; will you
fall in love with me?
i was meant to work
outside this morning,
laboring manually in the rain.
instead i drink a second cup
of coffee and live for a while
in Philadelphia, with a woman
who loves me and
screen prints
even on long sleeves.
another definition of “prone”
is to experience or suffer
from something, usually
regrettable or unwelcome. and
another version of the magic
of thought is that i hope
to be a gardener, tending
to a love-blossomed body. a poet
just died, a woman
who wrote beautifully. she
was known and loved
for her skill. is it thought’s
magic that prods me to desire
a love such as hers? and is it still
prone if when i fold onto
the ground, i lay with eyes
rolled skyward?
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