I find myself in Tokyo
with the almost father of my almost
firstborn. It is midnight

on a Tuesday in a rose garden
and I am washing my hands—
ladling cool water over the left

then the right, then sipping
from a cupped palm. This would be
a prayer at home, but here it is

forgiveness. The almost father
positions my face by a particular
flower and takes a photo.

BY ACCIDENT by Anna B. Sutton

Photo used under CC.