Schrodinger’s Cat
Doug Tanoury
Like Schrodinger’s cat
I find myself in two different states at once.
You see,
It’s all rather confused
And uncertain,
At the same moment
I love her,
And yet
I do not.
In the hard determinism
Of Saturday morning breakfast,
She sips her tea,
And I spread my jam slowly
Across a slice of toast,
Pondering
My choices
And reforming my past.
In the solipsism
Of my most solitary and selfish thoughts,
At the point
Where all possible histories
And futures meet,
There is another woman
With a different smile
Asking me to pass the cream.