a turkey vulture is a large bird (good omen) but also commonly means roadkill (bad omen). today i saw what i think was a northern parula. if i’m right, it’s a lifer (good omen) but i saw it at a park i’ve only been to before with nic (bad omen). nic broke up with me like a week and a half ago (bad omen). they said me deferring a phd in connecticut to stay in philly for them was “too much,” and they “might not be ready for a serious relationship” (bad omen).

when we started dating they told me they didn’t believe in attachment styles (good omen). two and a half weeks later they identified themselves as avoidantly attached (bad omen).

when they were looking for a place last month they settled on one 15 minutes closer to me (good omen). i bought them a large mirror as a housewarming gift, thinking about them fucking me in it (good omen).

a good omen is a good omen. two good omens are a good omen. three good omens means something is about to go wrong (bad omen). two bad omens are a good omen, but any three omens are a bad omen, because too many omens are a bad omen. too few omens are, also, not a good omen (bad omen).

i don’t know if i’m going to get a passing grade in the last required class of my masters (bad omen). nic left me a week before my graduation reading (bad omen). the reading went well but nic didn’t bring me flowers (bad omen) and i had to disinvite them from dinner (bad omen).

i still love nic (bad omen). i would rather love me, but what kind of omen is a turkey vulture where there is no road.