Chance: Six More From a Tarot

25


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

26

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

27

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

28

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

29

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

30

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.