She was feeling zodiacal, but I was having none
of it, carving runes in the dirt and telling
time by trees. She had a palmful of constellations—
a harp strung with lines from flesh to stars—but I
was earth song, a smooth stone under a well
worn tongue. Our eyes met. We gargled omens.
I spat at the base of my stick and declared a stranger
would enter our lives. She kissed at the moon,
whispered the night would steal the color
from our skins and we would walk unnoticed, even
by ourselves. Anyway, I touched her cheek once
before the sudden rain, before she shrieked
and ran, before I built my home between drops, every
newborn pool too rippled to scry through, every hoarse
cry drowned out by what the sky said to the ground.
“The End of Team Fortune Telling” first appeared in Big Blue Whale (TLR, Summer 2016)