Kitchen Scene
She tried to convince me
of angels, love charms, and the immortal soul.
I told her
that Mutation was real; I taught
the calculus of Coincidence.
“Do not,” she said,
“multiply entities
unnecessarily.”
“That is no way,” I said,
“to use Occam’s Razor.”
She smiled, and picked it up
to carve me a radish rose.
11/7/05