“I need these. For reasons,” I said.
“I really do.”
And so we left with the dice
(for direction for
discerning and
divining,
though I declined to say that to you)
you took me by surprise
not you, but me-with-you
my not knowing what to do
and I thought I could divine
not you, but what to do with me-with-you
but the dice are still in their box
still shimmering, beautiful blue
and I don’t want to know what’s next
nor what to do
and I don’t need dice nor divining
to be struck silly and staggered anew
by every surprise, every twist and turn
of every new moment of me-with-you