i went to see the gypsy
about a few issues
i was unsettle on.
i had heard good things
about her, how right
she was, half the time,
not bad. the weatherman
would like those odds.
so i went to knock
on the door
but i could see through
the window that she was
asleep on the couch with
her black cat and her
crystal ball, clear
and shiny on the coffee
table next to a box
of ritz crackers and
velveeta cheese. i was
very surprised that she
didn't know i was coming.
i had cash too. i thought
about ringing the bell
that hung from the porch
ceiling, but i didn't want
to disturb her, she
was dreaming, smiling
in her sleep and i felt
it best to leave her alone.
no sense in having a
gypsy on your wrong side.