fortune teller

ft

sixkiller hated playing cards with me
i had a scorched earth philosophy
either leveling opponents
or killing any joy in their victory

like everything else i did

my sister simply said
you break things
that’s what you do

maybe they were onto something

i have all these pieces
around me
organs limbs memories
remnants of … something
i’m trying to stitch
a frankenstein life back together
monstrous clumsy lumbering
but breathing … alive
the only problem is
i have all these pieces
and i’m running out of thread
after taking the time to disappear
i think I’m beginning to understand
i’m not invisible

no one is looking

last night
jane took me to see a fortune teller
it will be fun she said
the fortune teller looked
into jane’s shattered china bowl past
and glued together a future
that made jane smile

then the fortune teller
held my hand and looked into my eyes
she reached into her robe
with the other hand
and offered me her card
she said
you are in need of spiritual healing
make an appointment
this could take some time

jane curled her finger into my belt loop
the bells on the door jingled
as it closed behind us

i put the fortune teller’s card
in my wallet
i figured it just might be
worth saving

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

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