Trying Hard to Remember What the Psychic Said When She Read My Tea Leaves
It’s noon the next day
the psychic’s whirly-words
use my spine as racetrack
speeding-toe-touchdown on
rigid bone highway
I grasp at breaking sentences:
lemons and vitamin D
sunlamp…that exists, right?
blocked throat chakra
fire horse
scoop him up
my shoulders inflexible
impossible asks of arms
to embrace myself backwards
remember entire paragraphs
cauldron the wisdom for cosmic tincture
prescription pronounced
post-prophecy:
three droplets, twice daily
under the thumbnail in the puncture
made by the biting tooth on the purple comb
speak out loud
delicious
knife
VANESSA SHIELDS 