I write cursive on legal pads.

To whom do I owe the pleasure?

Added on by D.S. Hooker.
“To whom do I owe the pleasure?”
I asked God one morning
as I woke to find her
floating near the edge of the bed
with a gaze that transcended all,

her eyes staring at me like a parent
and, like a child, I stared back
only to recognize my own reflection
as though it were there all along.