So I’m unzipping my trousers when I find a piece of lint. Not one, not two, not three but a handful of loose cotton pieces down my trousers. How did it get there? I wonder. The next day I was walking down the road when it was raining. Pitter patter went the raindrops against my umbrella? How did it get there I wonder? I was lost in a dream and click-clack was all I could hear. I looked at my screen and saw a poem. How did it get there I wonder?
by Andrew Watkins