poetry // Two of Wands

It’s National Poetry month and I’m writing a poem each day this month, which has been exciting and challenging. While my poems are slowly shaping up and share some influences on tarot cards and mysticism, I like to ground my work with realism, too.

Two of Wands

we met on Saturday’s jewel
a galactic passing: lips & teeth
on my shoulder.

slipped up wine, we hunted
paper cranes & my secrets,
as if they voice concern.

my throat, would make a sound
like a heap of diamonds.