I have made a habit out of knowing seemingly otherwise mishaps are good luck. The clock breaks—that’s good luck. Miss the bus—good luck. Stuck in traffic—total good luck. Spilled drink—cheers! 11:11—make a wish. Abortion—meant to be.
I see abortion is good from my deepest being. I have made a habit out of wanting women who have them to go forth with winged hearts. I went to the bookstore one evening last week, opened a book about Religion and randomly, absolutely landed on the topic of abortion. I’m sure everyone means well in their blanket contemplations. Though, the best of abortion follows me. I carry it everywhere. We both know it wants the sun.