Trying Hard to Remember What the Psychic Said When She Read My Tea Leaves It’s noon the next daythe psychic’s whirly-wordsuse my spine as racetrack speeding-toe-touchdown onrigid bone highwayI grasp at breaking sentences: lemons and vitamin Dsunlamp…that exists, right?blocked throat chakra fire horsescoop him upmy shoulders inflexible impossible asks of armsto embrace myself backwardsremember entire… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 17