reading auras, counting the tea leaves, seeking answers to the grand questions, on irises dilated and on batik-print sleeves,

fascinated by the glitz and razzmatazz wrapped up in bite-size portions,
not unlike snake-oil and magic potions,

im lost and broken i said, we’ll fix it as long as you want to be fixed, that is, caveats galore, disclaimers even more,

none of that for me,
don’t be sellin’ me the one-cure-for-all,

even though i stumble,
and even though i fall … … …