there was a time i still believed.


there was a time i still believed.
every friday night i sat my mother down
and preached my sermons.
“watch. you think i don’t know your card.
but i knew all along. i saw it at the beginning.
and where is your anxiety? why is it here,
behind your left ear where there should have been loose change?
mother, we talked about this.
i am a magician.
my job is to hide things.
i know all the tricks.
i see all your hidden things
and all of your unspoken words.
i am a magician.
now draw a card, and don’t worry,
i already know what it is.”