paradox
at first, i'm not sure what
he means when he says, there is a theme
in your life, so i only look at my wine glass,
twist the stem between my thumb
and forefinger.
reminds me of a street fair when i sat
to have my palm read, waiting to hear
something profound only to be told
what i already know as truth. she looked
into my eyes instead of my palm and i
felt cheated.
paradoxical, he says finally. i want to find
the word in the dictionary, trace my fingers
over each word next to it. one exhibiting inexplicable
contradictory aspects.
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