The woman wearing faded 

denim and ruby slippers
doesn’t know why, but she craves
cheese puffs every time she asks
about her future with an Aquarius.
 
When she went to work on her shadow,
the thread tasted 
like habenero cotton candy pollen.
 
Surrounded by candlelight, the Tea Leaves 
revealed chalkboard snow angels and
blank canvas bluffs, an inchworm 
curling on the coral saucer. Beside 
the handle, an acorn. Near the streak 
of lipstick, a firefly. 
 
The tasseomancer advised there’s always
a new dawn, while she kept to 
herself about her guides 
refusing to cry
“surf’s up”, and declining
to unfold a primrose path. 
 
Inspired by The Writing Prompts for The Wheel of Fortune from “Tarot Rituals” by Nancy C Antenucci and Paint Chip Poetry