life line

you get in line,
you cross
a line,
the dotted line,
the line
at the bottom
of the page
they want you
to sign.
a gypsy turns
up your palm
to take a look
at your life
line. she shakes
her shaggy head.
your life
is a crooked line
she says,
despite
thinking
otherwise.
you come from
a long line
of wrong thinking,
you tell her,
but you can
straighten
out, hopefully
before the ink
runs dry.