italian tarot nightmare


	i

	sleepless in the repetitive breaths
	you in
	and exhale at my side
	i move into a robe and the living room
	turn the lamp on low
	it hums
	rhythmic
	while outside windchimes ring

		
	ii

	the clock ticks
	i finger the arcani maggiori
	and sift the possibilities such as i can
	unable to read italian

	la temperanza beckons
	blue water and a double handled vase
	leaking the length of the card
	a face of pestilence and lust
	that disintegrates into the horizon
	and blue

	screams
	endless blue
	screams