sliding doors
almost as often as i breathe in,
i exhale this wishful thinking these days
what if . . .
my impulses were tamed
once and for all
what if . . .
my amygdala had lent an ear to reason
on voluminous occasions
what if . . .
my what ifs would exceed the extent
of a modest-size single-hit volume of my
life-altering decisions and deeds
what if . . .
i had viewed beforehand
with some suspicion at least
each swift initiative i took
ever so flirtatiously
what if . . .
the reality
of my existence
was now
not thus . . .
hülya n. yılmaz, January 20, 2022
What if is the cousin of ” would’a, should’a, could’a
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Sliding doors could easily become a ritual for me . . .
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