Prediction

I predict letters in

jacket pockets

gone unnoticed

and tossed carelessly into the washing machine.

The soggy paper particles

will cling to our underwear

and remind us of

the stains

revealed, then quickly covered again

our eyes will dart away

and linger on

the blandest piece of home decor we can find.

I predict numbers on

cigarette papers

crumpled and

left to go mouldy in the bottom of my handbag.

The sight will disgust me

and remind me of

the time when

our faces crumpled and moistened in the same way

then I will smoke the paper

and the ink will blacken my lungs

just as they would have eventually been blackened, anyway