I forgot today was the day you died

Tarot cards don’t make good therapists.
They just tell me

Fuck you,
I told you so

Especially the one labeled “death”
cause he hates me.

He knows that I drank Cranberry grape juice
and ate a cheese stick
in a crowded cafeteria
while scrolling through Facebook

instead of sending a prayer
to a deity in your name.

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