Card Tricks

My thoughts in circles:

Leading nowhere, solving nothing,



A hand pressed onto glass,

Another to cover my eyes,

And nails, still gleaming,

Imagined in my wrists

For blasphemy’s sake.


Am I missing you?


It’s so hard to tell the person from illusion,

To tell the future from dreams,

And dreams from nightmares,

And nightmares from reason,

And reason from anything other than itself.


I am a card shuffled in a deck,

The card chosen to be torn in a trick

And discarded, never played:

The ace of hearts.

While you, my queen of diamonds,

Are shuffled on and on.

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