the first card I pull is the Magician.
say nothing about it.
my couch is stained from cat vomit
and chocolate ice cream
like fresh linen spray.
I am uncomfortable
at all times, at all
hours of every day
and this is no exception.
I am trying not to look in
the mirror behind you and
focus on the red wine in the glass,
bottle on altar, not comment
on eye color, guess placements without
ado, turning over cards to let you
I try to explain to someone one day
what I am seeing in the mirror.
no one is there, I say this first
to myself on a walk
around, pass a little girl in pink dress.
a haze, like a fog surrounding my body
begins to build and my voice,
almost like it’s been previously
recorded and then played back,
comes through me and I have to
repeat what she says.
but sometimes the track is off
so I am two seconds ahead of myself
and it’s hard to watch.
wait, stop, back
up. I’m muttering I think.
stop myself when her brother looks.
no, don’t tell him that.
Australia looks better than Alaska.
that’s all I say.
we have some wands between us.
keep it to myself:
when they walk
in the room.