10/6

palmistry

in the darkness of my pre-self 
spiders came to knit. dice in their mouths.
when we hold hands, i am looking for our burials. 
venus stands always on the crest of a hill. dead lovers.
dead children. a spattering of lute strings.
hanging clotheslines for the heart. divination
comes like a window you must run towards.
tracing where we will end & you will find someone new. 
a string i pull & find moons i didn't know
i have to spend. i give you a bracelet so that
we can spend another thirty years playing tug-of-war.
i am crooked tree branches. a two-headed snake.  

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