Words still speak out
from the bones of the deceased;
our forefathers are forever smitten—
coffee splattered onto my eye-glasses,
if only my camera lens could see this clearly,
I mean, before it happened.
My fortune cookie had already split
before I found the little paper inside.
It says, “YOU WILL TRAVEL FAR AND WIDE.”
I ripped out a photograph of George Washington’s head
& on the back it says, “MY FOLKY VALENTINE.”
Fortunes don’t always come easy,
but it’s better when the cookie has burst its own shell
to reveal the impossible fortune
before the unfortunate occurs.
from the bones of the deceased;
our forefathers are forever smitten—
coffee splattered onto my eye-glasses,
if only my camera lens could see this clearly,
I mean, before it happened.
My fortune cookie had already split
before I found the little paper inside.
It says, “YOU WILL TRAVEL FAR AND WIDE.”
I ripped out a photograph of George Washington’s head
& on the back it says, “MY FOLKY VALENTINE.”
Fortunes don’t always come easy,
but it’s better when the cookie has burst its own shell
to reveal the impossible fortune
before the unfortunate occurs.
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