She liked the
way it felt.
Nothing close
to tender- a rip-roaring of things to come. Flights booked and everywhere in
secret swirls were people with stars for eyes talking in numbered codes and
lettered psalms and dated endeavors… 7/4/00 Twist, 8/17/96, the day she saw
Cuyahoga ‘Fall’ from the sky.
In the spirit
of the season she strung her lives out on a line and let the sun out shine them,
told them to wait for her til august came around the corner and seeped through
the cracks.
If the tarot
was right when the 3 of swords landed upside down at the foot of her bed, it
would be one hell of a ride.
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