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

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