"Tarot" by Mikayla M. Moore
I wake up and try to find
the glass my alter life floats in
Flying through the items of my room
I find only pieces
My heart chipped in photos
self-worth in stained mirrors
My empathy in the tune of speakers—
Low whispers giving me advice
I’m so reluctant to take
I blink slow, look again—
build with these pieces,
walls form each quarter of my heart
And this roof, built from my worth—
Trying to be sturdy
Listen to the tune of my emotion—
Give me a reading, gypsy lady