Chance: Six More From a Tarot

This entry is part 5 of 13 in the series Chance: A Poetic Tarot



Ivory sheen, coiled snake
bone in her hair: not whimsy,
not curio nor afterthought. En-
jambed, but not embellishment.


Blight on matter
as soon as kissed
by air: so therefore,
love, unpetal me.


Folded in my teacup,
swung over the brink.
But here you are, here
you are, here you are.


Calaveras: sockets
full of marigolds,
tongues and frosted
window teeth of sugar.


Me and me and me,
I and I— Go lie
amid a populace
of bees.


What spirits hide, unseen
within the fern? And so
we bend our heads: Your pardon
please as we pass through.


In response to Via Negativa: Homunculus.

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