the first psychic to ask about the little girl
also read me another fortune.
she asked if i had ever been pregnant.
she asked if my mom had.
she asked if there was a portal between
the three of us.
the little girl and
my mother share piercing green eyes.
she says we all look alike.
you’re asking me what’s real?
i have no earthly idea what
is going on.

they don’t have to believe you.

the psychic warns of other things
that have not come to me yet.
but it’s the same card.
i am careful with what i say.
suddenly i am extremely scrupulous.

the next psychic brings it up again.
she says i wont talk to you.
she says i wont talk to you
and I say without understanding even
at all what we are talking about.
“that’s not true, he won’t
talk to me.”

they don’t have to believe you.

they always ask about the little girl.
if they didn’t,
I wouldn’t keep bringing it up.