seven of cups

  “I have no future plans, ”I begin calmly. I am arms outstretched walking nowhere but withardency so  I am labeled: whimsical and manic, a troubled woman not to marry and like a wound up fairy, the character that keeps the music box spinning.

until it’s boring: the repetition, the posing, the pink smile and matching slippers leaping from her gold coiled post growing nerves and ankles that bend flat to walk tor un. to crawl. people like me becausI have no plans, am honest about it, resplendent teeth when writing sonnets to the men and a sense of fury when reflecting on affairs. I’m big, and have wings that carry weapons.   I hear in a distance  someone repeat it      you use intimidation as a tactic       to seize opportunity      well,

I am blessed with delusive lips and I also use black magic.

“seven of cups”