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Hannah V. Warren
Self-Tarot Reading // Prairie
even if I made a map of everywhere
I’ve been, I’d still be in Kansas
the same bare-boned trees
the same wind-soaked prairie
when I landed the five of cups, I knew
I should forgive my husband should
let his hands skim my vertebrae again
but I can’t stop thinking of Kansas—
open sky peeling skin from my chest
ragged air cracking my neck and face
next time,
I’ll rifle through the deck—tuck
the five of cups at the bottom, pull
only from the top
I’ll find the moon,
maybe the chariot
4.2
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