Fist of the Phoenix
in the presence of fortune-tellers, I fold
my fingers into fists to keep secret
my lines // my life, my love, my work
I’m such a hypocrite// I learned
Chinese astrology, my daily to-do
based on twelve animals, five elements
I was born a chicken drawn to flame
a golden dragon almost killed me
wood horse brought a scrap of fame
but superstition isn’t fate // the future
continues not to exist // I want my hands
to cradle as much as they can handle
the dough I knead to grow on its own //
rising each night while I sleep// my fingers
instinctively finding their ur-fists
Published in Bamboo Ridge
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I love the imagery and flow
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Thank you, Ryan--means a lot
Sara Backer
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I personally really dislike
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Yeah, a double slash is not
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