The Cafe, Sunday, 11 AM

by Valentina Reetz

We share eggs and I slip two fingers

through the belt loops of her jeans

they fit perfectly

it’s a sign.

Everything is a sign:

a word from a stranger

a space anomaly

repeating numbers in the train schedule

patterns in the carpet.

The universe is exploring itself

celestial bodies interact

like ours.

It all means something.

Later that evening I get drunk

and watch the ceiling spin

on an eccentric orbit.

And then she holds me

as the world holds me

and I’m convinced that it all means something.

BIO: Valentina Reetz is originally from Seattle and now reside in Los Angeles. She holds a degree in philosophy, and her work has been featured in publications, such as Shameless Magazine and Beast Grrl. Valentina’s goals include having fun and feeling good all the time.