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The man smiling at me at the gas station is thinking of ways to tie me up in his trunk and I’ll forget to kick out the taillights like I saw on TV and no one will find my bones

My teeth will never be white

I’ll get the wrong size batteries for the smoke detector I haven’t bought in the house I don’t live in and my children that aren’t born yet will suffocate in their sleep

I have a cancer doctors can’t detect

The left turn I missed will lead me to a four-way stop where a distracted soccer mom on a cell phone will ram her SUV into my face and insurance won’t cover it

My ex didn’t delete those photos and I might pursue a career in politics

My mother’s right about the men I date, not doing laundry on a regular basis and not getting enough calcium in my diet and I’ll end up lonely, naked with osteoporosis

I’ll get shot outside the free clinic by someone holding a Respect Life sign

All the Prozac and Premarin in the drinking water is changing the sex of fish and one day I’ll wake up with no breasts or shirts that fit properly

The mercury in my mouth is enough to kill three people

The cortisol that leaks into my bloodstream every time I have a panic attack is eating my synapses and someday I’ll be like those lab rats that can’t run mazes

I forgot to feed the dog and I’m a bad person

Columbia House will send me to collections for not buying their CD of the Month, ruin my credit and I’ll live in a cardboard box like that guy I met in AA

There is a God

© Deanna Larsen, 2011

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