I pick a card.
It’s the jack of hearts
A red curve
starts beside a black and white grin
Staring back at me
Flipped
It’s the same thing.

Another drifts into view
It’s spades
2
Piercing points
Perfectly placed
One up
One down
On its side two eyes
They cut
They shout
Staring back at me
Flipped
It’s the same thing.

It’s diamonds
8
Wait
Black stars on a white sky
A time I wish I knew
Passing me by
Why?
I wave upward
Cry
They stare back at me
But flipped
Are the same thing.

One
Two
The third
Disturbed
One club
Stares up
Distorted
Unnerved
Staring back at me
Flipped
The story’s told differently