the mystic.

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your mother always told you

pay attention

pay attention to what jumps out at you

pay attention as you shuffle the deck

pay attention to what falls down around you

slips through your fingers

comes knocking on your door

pay attention to the car that drives through your walls

into your living room

as you are sitting on the sofa biting your fingernails right down

to the quick

pay attention to the driver

who has been drinking and fighting with his wife

upstairs

in the apartment building where you live

with your lonely mother

who spends her evenings drinking and shuffling cards laying them out in intricate formations in random order

who spends her evenings

divinely guided

who spends her evenings answering questions before they are asked

knowing who is on the line before she answers the phone knowing who is

on the line

your mother nesting your mother a wise old owl full of wisdom full of sunset blush full of squelched desires and muted little hatreds

your mother looking the other way while you

steal ambrosia and nectar from the gods

your mother looking the other way while you

roll a boulder uphill

forever

your mother always turning her back on upright cups

chalices and hearts

your mother a remote and inaccessible cave filled

to the brim with impenetrable truths

your mother

who spends her evenings lonely evenings drinking alone

instead of fighting with her husband

what’s in the blood

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