TheCourtRose

Curled my hand into a claw at her insistence, palm down against the table Ready to receive her reading once my jagged hand turned over- not before "Cupping the Universe" she intoned, although it gets fuzzy now She warned me away from the "red dragon" with a vehemence that vibrated bone Rich brown eyes drilled deep, emphasizing dire unravelings should we ever meet again in the flesh Giddily, I thought- Man, that's epic My mind's eye saw two dragons at war in the same soul, like roller coasters always encroaching, never colliding I thought- Well, if there's a green dragon too, he can't be that bad But even I could see the red dragon wins this time There is no place in between such a dance Wrinkled hands, nearly matching her eyes in tone, caressed the length of my fingers, seeing, not sure what Timeline? Fate? A dire need for moisturizer? At yet another dramatic uttering, I loosed my hand and rapped my head agains

If the Universe will grant me a gratuitous grant there is a bookstore with a bright blue door It will have dark metal filigree and shamefully seem Hobbit-like in its stance Inside, books, of course, with a predilection for the occult, too A window display of meandering monsters, perching pretty when seen straight on, wandering again when gaze is gone Discomfort will make some patrons scrape for supposition, or hobble out the Hobbit hole (Either way works for me) Honeyed sunlight will slant through windows covered in slates of stained glass Be hard pressed to sell such beauties but if a wide-eyed girl "has to have that" for her mother, I'll cave instantly A man comes in every Tuesday, never buys a thing, I know, and helps himself to tea at the caddy in the corner, using the same red-chipped mug every time (I won't say a word) I know he's here for the quiet It's P.G. Tipps, after all I'll sigh deep with understanding Graphic no

One scoop of mint-chocolate, one of cinnamon for me A chocolate monstrosity of the highest order for you (You insisted on trying mine, probably needing to disperse the palette) Ice cream always did make you 5, even when I was 5 and you into your 40s Worried that tasting cinnamon brings your ghost too close Instead, I am hankering in its shadow Perhaps time is relinquishing its hold to the better memory of you Went for gelato on Father's Day, he and I, to sweetly scour bitter recollections (He insisted on trying mine) Takes me for walk dates in Old Town, too Have yet to try those candy apples in the window Couldn't before because caramel tasted like emptiness on the day I quit eating completely Yet here I stand before the glass, craving the impossible Years of  deprivation melt He says I taste like caramel and apples (Such wonderful nonsense must continue) Cinnamon can now be the shadow of your life Time is not so strong, not compared to the busi

Fingers keep tagging the wrong keys Words twisting together, interlocking and confusing each other Locution not so readily available currently A store that stops selling articulation around 8pm, instead of the 7/11 variety  Don't really wanna waste money on cheap, sugar-coated words anyway So much easier to communicate when no one's reading L unch and L ynch getting switched (Which doesn't necessarily mean I want to lynch you, when I'm really just happy you put strawberries in my lunch bag) We debate semantics- I'm lamenting Difficult You're insisting on Challenging Both can be found at higher end boutiques Either way, whoever's right, definitely not a 99 cent purchase

Feels like a backslide, if I had to be honest And if honesty is where you keep insisting, then it was a bruising, downhill tumbling, or a brief, but non-fatal car wreck on the street A long drop, short stop, first fight with a lover Like, a real fight Not the passionate, play around nettles, a rip into skin, only to lick the wounds there Had I been forged in different fires perhaps sass would've been the way, or anger, pure, sweet and direct, uncomplicated and persistent in its glory Me being me, unfortunate as these things go, deflated like a flan in a cupboard Shock and hurt did not resolve to self-righteous words, but stunned into initial Silence and Hesitation A plague of twins on each shoulder, now reawakened, stalking every thought Fervently wishing kinder fires had made me That a different foundation lay beneath In this one moment of time, retribution could had been swift, and not drawn out in questions and aches, for us both So, if you continu

Last CD he gave me, Christmas carols, blaring into 99 degree heat through open windows Summer Solstice over, the longest day, and that scrap in the road didn't blow a tire "because it's just too hot for a flat" Not too hot for Ave Maria, or a polar bear charm against the skin Perhaps, between the two, enough to keep going Venus and Mars hang low in the sky, heavy enough to see naked Love and war the closest to Earth, as if the symmetry wasn't heavy-handed enough Like living with the two going hand in hand isn't every day, for everyone Find a way to keep going- Carols to blockade the summer, polar bears as companions, Venus and Mars close enough to kiss Whatever symmetry gives sense to this night is the one to cling to