nowadays
i can divine the days promise
or lack thereof
by reading the pattern
of
brown
fleks
that grey dawn and hostile guts
left decoratively
in
the
white
bowl
i crouch
mad
like a witch or a sooth would
over their tea or knuckle bones
and
read / predict / summon -
today . . .
maybe dalmations ?
from pinterest.com
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