lessons_from_cartomancy tender_square you found it at your feet, blown gutter-bound, from a discarded deck on pinecrest ave, the queen of spades, curvaceous and dirtied. you’d hoped for the queen of hearts, or the two, (for signs of obvious consolation), but universe would rather play trickster than matchmaker. no siamese-torso woman holding staff and flower for you: libertas raises an auspicious torch above skyscrapers in the upper bay, yet you are unjust. a reversed calling; “woman of amorous propensity, who does not hesitate to disregard the conventions of a society.” if there are no mistakes, why do you hide? 220407 what's it to you? who go blather from