Autumn Tassology

Divining with dregs of tea leaves: catch sight of a keyhole or a brain MRI -

amorphous algae submerged in a shallow pool, dull as a toothache and

silent, unlike the owl, last night, calling into the dark in salutation: claim.

Cool your tongue with the honey liquid that once singed it and savor that

which arrives on the verge of tears: chopped onions, blood, and clove oil.