There's a possible world
in which the same number of cars are in each lane.
Some merge left, others right—
no traffic.
There's a possible world
for every millisecond of your life in which you die.
No angels
have time to show you their aftermaths.
There's a necessary world
in which matter in connected through gravitational strings.
No windows,
no breaths to fog them.
He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.
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