if I had carried the dog out from my bedroom,
I wouldn’t have picked him up midstream and
if I had remembered the beans on the stove,
the wiff I just noticed would be hearty not burnt
if I had not gone sledding at night,
I wouldn’t have 3 broken bones in my ankle
if I had remembered my young daughter in the shower,
the carpet in my bedroom would still be dry not sopping wet
if I had not set out to write everyday this month,
I wouldn’t be sitting here typing my 28th poem (yea, I missed a day)
if I had watched the veil and my feet,
my best friend’s would have left the church still wearing her veil
and at the end, does any of this really matter?