Instead of talking to this stranger sitting next to me,
who came from macro-evolution or theological miracle depending on who you ask,
who went to school (and may have multiple slips of paper to prove it)
who cheated on tests or boyfriends (or both)
who has rings on every other finger (each containing a story, maybe)
who is in debt, or maybe an abusive relationship
who remembers 9/11 or Michael Jackson’s death in a different way than me,
who cried when a high school friend died
from alcohol poisoning
or a twisted car wreck
who has plans for life, or at least tonight
who I’ll never see again
providing no strange twists:
like snake eyes three times in a row.
I’m writing this, and listening to CNN.