Found in a Fortune Cookie
–Thanks Frank O’Hara
You won’t be hungry much longer.
That dream in which you fail is predictive.
No one has noticed your chipped red nails.
Failure is highly underrated.
You will cry over a dropped pancake and a thrown flashlight.
Your flashlight will not break today.
You are the flashlight we have been waiting for.
You will have a reality without being on t.v.
A stranger will speak to you and your baby past midnight on the streets of Paris.
Nobody’s good enough.
Just get on with it.
This train trip will be better. I promise.
You will lose ten pounds and no one will notice.
In the beginning matter coalesced, so go to the party tonight.
A bald spot on the back of your head? Just tell people it’s from the chemo.
So You Think You Can Dance thinks you can dance.
During the lock down, a cop will bring milk for your baby.
Deborah Bacharach is the author of After I Stop Lying (Cherry Grove Collections, 2015). Her poems have been published in journals nationally and internationally, including The Antigonish Review, Arts & Letters, Calyx, Cimarron Review, New Letters and Poet Lore. She is a college writing instructor, editor, and tutor and lives in Seattle with her family.
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