I am so particularly in love
With the idea of romance
However, I feel no attraction
To romance, in any favor
At all. I think it’s
Prudence and an emotional
Birth-defect that came with the
Metal millennium dragon
That whipped
It’s tail and cursed me
To like sevens.
It’s okay.
I could gamble, I could drink
But I don’t do those things
In sparse detail, like I do
Only to be taken seriously
On entertainment
Where a loss is calculated and
Left to be exhausted on
The chance I could
Smile a bit more.
Wouldn’t it all be so
Wonderful if these
Tarot cards kept
Guiding me onto a path
That feels
Realistic.
