Lament for an Unpredictable Coat Greggory Moore
I arrived home, took off my overcoat, tossed it on a chair. I noticed a
small blue tag sewn into the lining: six yellow letters, each
inside its own circle. I had owned the coat for well over a year, but I
had never seen the tag. From where I was I could not make out the
letters. Before leaning forward to examine them more closely, I stopped
myself: what did I care what the tag said? Presumably it was nothing
more than the brand name or style, information that did not interest me
in the slightest. I was deflated that there was no cause to look, that
the world is not such that the six letters might have been a secret
message, heretofore hidden, now revealed for the undertaking of a grand
adventure. In a more spontaneous realm of existence the letters might
spell out a deep ontological truth—ALIENS or
GODYES—or they could simply change every twenty four hours,
imparting a random gift of knowledge pertinent to the day. I would wake
up and check tag, gleaning that morning's declaration:
MURDER, NORAIN, FORGIV.
Greggory Moore lives in Long Beach.
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