Fortune Cookies at my Boyfriend’s House
1.
Sat folding and unfolding evening in your kitchen after you left
my scarf wound around your neck imagining the other side
another summer unshaken from
October’s back my resentment cracks the future turning
away to think of something else
2.
my room you outside
drinking coffee from a pink mug and smoking
the back of your head I recognised recently
as a place where things begin
facing the window
3.
unlocked and ajar
other people take turns walking away
in great coughing breaths a weak
backbone of streetlights break
at your door we go
inside the ground falls
into the soles of our feet
4.
on video my mother shuffles
tarot cards holds each one up a mirror
I know to swallow
your room a picture of water
to be spat out
5.
speaking of lost breath next week
your silhouette bent and blotting and
visible from our local co-op sharp but
for lightness now
crumples and
Opens.
Sasha Ouvry(she/her) is a British-Singaporean poet currently pursuing a BA in Creative Writing and English Literature at the University of East Anglia. You can find more of her and her work here: https://www.chillsubs.com/profile/sashaouvry