my right heel catches in a pothole
we’re walking briskly down a busy sidewalk
it takes a few steps to confirm
not a drop of the puddle snuck inside
(dry socks offer evidence of this)
a window to the left offers a view inside
warm room, a psychic toying with crystals
we walk on; reach our destination
“an hour wait,” they tell us
“I want to go back for a reading,” I say
so I return to a woman with her silver hair
tied and twisted on her head, brown eyes
she takes my palm and starts
“you’re happy on the outside, something troubles you
but work is going well, you have a career
why do you think you’re off to a fresh start”
the question hangs and my eyes well
“a break up.” it comes out muffled
(it was stuck in my throat)
“you were building a life together, this
this was significant. love.”
the tears fall and all the pride I had
in avoiding them for days pools in my lap
I’m in greenwich village crying to a stranger
about to turn 32 in a few days
feeling rather lost
I’m about to panel in vegas, I’m a digital editor
with another publication looking to recruit me
things were going so well
one day we’re in love, she’s telling me
I’m her soul mate, the only one she’d ever consider forever with
the next day we’re fighting about my dog
a week later, I’m dragging my feet around new york trying to convince myself I’m fine
a moment with this woman with a pet gold buddha
and I come undone
where do I go now, where do I go now
everything will be fine, I know
my heart just feels so hollow
and my brain is badly bruised
I’m a little bit broken
but I’ve been here before
I just honestly thought I’d never have to come back again
I paid a psychic to tell me what I already knew
everything will be okay
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