Is this what the oracles meant by disaster?
Imminent awkwardness,
casual and causal overlapping.
A gasp of tears trapped
under the napkin's edge. Where were you when the Titanic hit the Hindenburg?
When the Allies dropped the bomb on Kapuskasing?
When the sock disappeared from the dryer…
again? There’s no fly in the soup to distract us,
no waiter lurking, torch in hand,
to rouse us with crème brûlée.
The dishwasher’s maw is the only witness
to our misfortune of dollhouse proportions.
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