quantum theory of sorts

The mud from the deep puddle
splattered on my pants
clear up to the knee
when your foot slipped
off the wet cement curb
this morning at 3am

You were dashing
between there and there
a driven look
encircling the Y-shaped scar
between your eyes

missing any context
one would assume –
you were trapped
between two alternate universes
the destination unknown
until you’ve made your choice

So talk to me, baby ...

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