How to Fall in Love at First Sight
Never prepare for serendipity.
Treat it like a steamy dream you
didn’t see coming; or the disappearance
of your watch, at the magicians snap of his wand.
Wear a helmet, earplugs, and dark glasses;
better still, stay home and lock the doors.
Or catch a bus, read your texts:
Arrive at work, arrive late, call in sick.
Delete those photos.
We’ve moved on now.
Note to self: What I’m grateful for today is
Walk through a crowd and notice yourself
not noticing that you’re being noticed.
Be silly, try on tiaras, be serious, sign a petition.
Do all the normal things that someone
not looking for love would do.
Watch a sit-com for company and
never prepare for serendipity.
You could plan, plot a journey
from A to B.
Attach your wings to get there quick.
Wear red lipstick, Chanel No5.
Decide the venue, what to wear?
Buy candles, black lace;
No. Nude lace. Ivory,
then run the duster over the
tube of lube and
make your list, prepare for serendipity.
Next, pull on joggers, old sweater, ditch the
make-up and hair routine. Preparations
must be made. Quick.
Leave the dirty dishes, slam the door,
head towards the mall for supplies.
On the way succumb to the call of coffee;
for energy you tell yourself, but quick quick quick.
Ping goes the door as you open it,
card at the ready to pay. Oops!
You knock into a hand that holds a steamy latte;
you feel its hot milky wetness spread
like a map over your sweater.
Everyone sees. You notice them notice you as
You stand there, like the subject
against a bokeh blur until you too
that you want
to hear again and again,
'Are you OK, can I help?'
You look up,
you should have prepared for serendipity.
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