i’m just like my father

  attraction
compels &
   rip s   me   a
  part

destroyed by
what made me
into him

you call me a
self fulfilling prophecy

i read your cards
after telling you to close
your eyes: shy divination
trembles and wrestles itself
into the dirt as
i collect each one

my intuition or
my ego    (maybe both)
rush beneath stretched skin,
an ache that unfurls into
the division between each  
of my fingers, breathing with
the tension of a starved mutt:  
                                         i whine
   at the bottom of
      your front door
                       step:

                                  i mirror you do
                                           not let me
                                         in