RANDOM ATTACK

A shower curtain pretends to be a forest w/
bark painted on no birch exists

in Brooklyn no forests I plant
a universe of moss in a broken

light bulb add in plasticsheep &
their keeper I draw tarot cards

from maman’s palm knowing
she can’t read her own blood

(my fortune goes unannounced)
after rain I go out to the streets

pick up snails let them slink
up & down my arms

I mistake my neighbor’s
face on fire for the moon