David W. Pritchard

Suddenly I believe in destiny again
and not for a particularly good reason.
I wanted a burrito—but that
was later, now (in the destiny anecdote)
I'm driving, I'm in my car which is
soon to be replaced, I'm driving
thinking about this replacement, I'm doing
a C+ job, B+ if you don't count the
parking lot—tomorrow I have to drive
back to the same lot to go to the same
pet store (the harness we got for the dog
is too big, we have to return it
again), driving I realize I'm in the
wrong lane, there's nobody behind
or ahead of me so I turn left anyway.