"I steer clear of poetry,"
she said,
"because it insists the universe
is held together by moral coherence."

She brushed the crumbs of her croissant
off the linen tablecloth
and into her napkin,
then glanced around
for some acceptable place to shake it out.

"I can not bear the thought."

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.