(page of cups, reversed—Aquarian)
Someone knocks. I go.
No one is there,
except for a mirror.
As a form of seduction,
I lie to myself
again, then again.
I dress the wound
with doubts and desires;
it opens wider.
Like a fish on shore
gasping for breath,
unable to move,
I tell myself
everything’s okay;
knowing, it is not.
(August 13, 2023)
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