your aura

I can see your
aura
your new friend
gypsy rose lee
tells you
over clam
chowder
and crackers.
oh really now
you say, sipping
soup from
a hot spoon.
blowing away a
cloud of fishy
steam.
your aura
is blue, she says.
you're a water
guy. she puts her hands
into the air
like she might
take flight.
you are a blue, and deep
person.
compassionate
and kind. I see
lots of blue
around you.
you look over
your shoulder
to see who she
might be talking
about.
and what about me,
she asks you.
can you see
my aura.
is there a light
above my head.
I don't know,
you tell her.
I'm not into that
stuff. plus
it's kind of dark
in here.
I wish your head
was glowing
though, then maybe
I could read
the entrees on this
menu.