Madam Fortune

plunked down the crisp, sharp twenty
i’d intended to spend on clean
shave and surface cut,

but instead i shelled out for one
of madam fortune’s storied
black ball readings,

she hushed me, warmed up to her orb,
and crouched old, more meek
by the cackling fires,

but this madam fortune seller
still won’t tell me where
the treasure’s
buried
,

then she slumps forth into red’s
raging circle now claiming the
pearl from soft shell
she’s surrendered

maybe night’s cracked
crystal eight-ball
prophecy

related to her feud with
fate and nothing
of mine

grabbed my twenty, still lost in
leaving, i yanked down poor
madam’s crooked
sign
.

image: https://www.artmajeur.com/en/piaser-moyen/artworks/9597388/parrot-fortune-teller-la-vibration

image: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5J7VOGnftxM

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