Magdeleno

When the gypsy read my palm,

She traced down some line's crease,

As it splintered and divided,

And then looked me in the eyes:

"Your future is a bell curve,

which the same as hers and his and hers

and if you do not stress it

it will not swerve.

It will remain but a bell curve

with a singular ring,

nothing more than a ding.

Whereas if you attempt to hold it back,

blockading its track

it's timbre won't crack,

just course into a cauldron

whose call drones a cacophony of strings"

And so I looked her in her eyes

and to her earthen surprise

I said: "Yes,

yet you sit in this seat

and live through others' lives

then take your pennies to the teller

to calculate the size.

Another seer who's a eunuch

and every eunuch lies.

What's the other option

for a bosom that denies?"

"I see you point. I understand,"

she said still holding my hand.

And thus I anointed Lady Jesus

with my oils from the sand.