tell me a story,
a mishap
that happened in the ’90’s; or should happen.
don’t warn
don’t bless
don’t preach

to me, my future already,
is the fortune cookie i’ve stepped on so many times
in just a short time.
so hold your peace, close my eyes,
take a piece of me out of my mind
& see for yourself:

i know the fucking future.

i know, lies play a huge role in your incantations.
tell me a story of the past.
tell me,
what’ll happen next after a mother miscarries one who would’ve been a
stillborn; but she lay still, locked souls with the unseen
let herself be born –
someone said it’s god. i have no idea.

as for you, what do you think?