Aren’t I Lucky?

When does it sink in? Atoms
don’t have free will, otherwise –

Why would brussel sprouts 
taste like poverty and
sourdough like gentrified
neighbourhoods.

G-strings and adidas sambas,
blue collar cruisers,
queer culture
and foreskin restoration surgery

Call me sensitive. 
Speak to me in power lines
call me with
the possessive my air tag. 

around tik tok algorithms 
and story reels, I’m
in my room.

I’m reminded of the good. 

Letters, cards, bouquets because why
not; a grape you said looked like me,
a used plaster I should’ve thrown out
by now and a sock without a pair;
the other in Costa Rica.

Atoms are willing.
I was lucky to find some.