she reads each of us
like a deck of tarot
each turn of the cards
full of meaning for her
upside down or not
and in what order
the card faces
flush with the face
she sees when
she looks at us
as if she knows our flaws
knows how to exploit them
though she may have
misread my card when
she turned it up
there is always a
joker in a deck
I don't pretend to
know
what she expects
what transpires with
the constantly
unveiled cards
though I feel
something,
the stirring of
witchcraft
and how helpless each
of us is to change
the fortune
she conveys
as if what she reads in us
what she expects to
and we live up to what she finds
with the exception of
the joker in me
whose whole life has
been
an exercise in how to upset
whatever House of
cards
I'm in at the moment
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