the bag of micro mini cassettes
holding
the recordings
of when my ex-wife
number one tapped
the phones
i thought it was a small
miracle of sorts.
going straight to the trunk
of her car
and lifting up a tire,
and then
when i found the tree
in the woods
where the next ex was
meeting her
married lover
and posting sweet nothings
onto a carved heart,
again, i thought,
wow,
another miracle.
in a trance and walking
into the forest
for no rhyme or reason.
is there nothing i can't
find out about?
i really need to put this
supernatural
intuitiveness to work.
maybe the racetrack tomorrow
and betting on the winning
horse.
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