CALL THEM OUT

tear
the
ribbon
out
the
night

make a bow
with it
that looks
like a knot

pull
the
string
from
the  
day

make a knot
with it
that looks 
like a mistake

then throw them on the rug

and read them 
like tea leaves
like chicken bones

like those 
crease lines of coincidence
dug into your paws *

and then call them out
on
all
the absence
you
found
there

then bin the fuckers

or leave the fuckers there

in
case
you
read
them
wrong

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* ( that you

   still today

   look at

   and wonder at

   with the vague hope

   of a childs superstition 

   you

   never

   fully shake -

   where is it ?

   wheres the money line ? )