This is prompted by elainecanham’s comment on my previous post. (Thanks, Elaine. Prompting of any sort gratefully received.)
I wrote it years ago – before The Hitchhiker’s Guide first hit the airwaves – and found it just last week during a ruthless throw out of old scribbling. Serendipity!
I slopped my coffee this afternoon –
not badly, you understand, but enough
to make a blot across the paper.
I looked at it and thought
that I should see some sense in it, that blot –
a sort of unintended Rorschach test .
But I didn’t.
Does this mean I don’t exist