Palmistry by Kelsey Britt

after Chappell Roan

when you put your finger in my palm, I could

have sworn that was a wrap. too uncommon are

the goods and yet lavender blossoms adorn cacti once

every season. lay me down on this carpet, pull a card

and relish me my future. I’ve never been a good

girl but only because the Bible tells me so. I’m too 

tired to be held but if only I could be a kangaroo

babe, asleep in their mother’s pouch. yesterday I sang

to good luck, because she already knows that nothing’s

ever gonna stop this feeling. when the waterfall

drips from collarbones to salt-soaked soles, I am left 

here open: a sunset tipped butterfly, reminiscent in waiting. 

Kelsey Britt (she/they) is a queer writer based in Seattle. She is a graduate of the MFA program at the University of San Francisco. Their work has appeared in Variant Literature, Wild Roof Journal, Lumina Journal, and others. More of her work can be found at www.kelseybritt.com.