Four of Wands Reversed
&
The Hierophant
summer is my favorite
it dulls the beehives
the community of anxiety in my eyes
skin stretched,
a canvas of sweat and fuzz
a bath of ice
melts and boils
as I stare at it too long
as I steep in it too long
the mind doesn’t know
how to quiet itself,
it is complex depression
calm wilting,
there
it
dies
in
my
hidden
there
is
truth
in
the
hidden
we
are
all
hiding
from surrender
from encounters
from rejections
the right love
at the right time
builds ceremony
the right love
at the wrong time
disengages
the demons
will win
but if you’re willing
you’ll
kill them
in
their
sleep
Notes of a Dirty Young Woman 