Lucky No. 7: Spoiler Alert
If you read line number seven of page seventy-seven
of the lifeline of my life, it would only tell you the most
truthful fiction. I don’t smoke in the back alley anymore.
I only eat meat when I’m with you. That man hasn’t been
watching me watch across the courtyard in my winter
sundress. The space shuttle has not just crossed into
an identical solar system in that place we have no
name for. I once lived underwater for three years
and loved a sea witch with a fork for a tongue. I
have snakes on the brain. Petunias are not dangerous.
I know how to load this gun. If you turn the page and run
your fingers down the lines, they decypher themselves into bees.
~ Palm Reading
Image of pennies on the counter, taken with iPhone.
Words written in the dark of night.
Time Taken Long enough to eat a pint of blueberries.
Brain on the Lucky 7 meme that I just did, which where I drew the inspiration from.