She learned scrying
At an early age
By watching the grown-ups
And discerning
What was meant
In contrast
To what was said.
She could feel
Their friability
Feel
What they felt
Live inside them
Her throat a
Lead grommet
So that she could swallow
All of their heavy miseries.
And knowing
What she knew
Pretense became
Impossible.
Not stomaching
Others prevarication’s
She couldn’t stomach her own
Either
And while so many
Hid their roots
Underground
Hers were fleshy rhizomes
They grew above the ground
Where all could see
Soot and sundry.

And in love
She was a lateral gene receiver
Having an understanding
Without prior parentage
So sometimes
She ideated scenarios
Based on what
She thought
She felt
From others

But often she was wrong
And doomed
To heartbreak.