Fortune Teller
Sierra July
In her fortune
cookie,
A rolled scroll.
It unwraps
And unwraps,
seemingly
Forever
Turning it this
way and that
She finds no words,
but still,
She nods, grasps
her future
Is long,
blank
Till she scribes
Her own way
Poet’s Notes: I wrote this while eating a fortune cookie, thinking of all
the interesting, but inaccurate, things I’ve read in them. I thought to myself
that it would be better if these strips were left blank so a person could write
their own visions of the future on them, and these words surfaced
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