by Kevin Risner
should I sit down
with a block
of tarot cards you flip
each one right side
up you go
further down the line
to the image you’re thirsting
for raise it for all to see
the future you have dreamt about
I dreamt about so many
harrowing things this past month
I was walking and fainting
the diagnosis was forgotten and I
woke up in a cold sweat maybe it
was someone else diagnosed
catching it like a pitch
in baseball summer as distant as Mars
seems to be each midnight clear as day past
the whirring avenues of my brain muffled
from the wind the protector the next
card waiting in the wings for the bitter
cold mornings where the pipes clang without
warning we jump even though
we know it’s going to happen.
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Kevin A. Risner
Kevin A. Risner is writing instructor and ESL Coordinator at the Cleveland Institute of Art. His work can be found (or will be) online in many journals: most recently The Bookends Review, Last Exit, Indicia, 8 Poems, and Riggwelter. He has two short poetry collections published: My Ear is a Sieve (Bottlecap Press, 2017) and Lucid (The Poetry Annals, 2018).
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