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Ali

When The Fortune Teller Told Me We Weren't Meant To Be Together

I gave her my palm
the one that I write with, she said,
waited for my future
as if life is an enclosed
circle of time,
enfolded
and we are all
prisoners
invariably waiting
grasping
running toward our
destination
as it unfolds
in front of us
blindly
like a cereus
night-blooming
in the evening.
I waited
as she ran her
fingertips
across my hand,
across the crescent–
shaped wrinkles,
and told me
she did not
see you there.

(2013)

#FortuneFuture #Love #PalmReading #Teller #Time

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