Fortune Cookies
After the meal we crack these brown shells
and tug thin paper from their dried mouths,
strings of lucky numbers and words that you glance at
then ignore. You don’t know this
but when they bode well for us I save them, secretly
pluck their promise from the refuse of our table
to file them in my wallet, where they collect
mingling, brushed against the currency we spend.
and tug thin paper from their dried mouths,
strings of lucky numbers and words that you glance at
then ignore. You don’t know this
but when they bode well for us I save them, secretly
pluck their promise from the refuse of our table
to file them in my wallet, where they collect
mingling, brushed against the currency we spend.
