Myth

Some soothsayer told you it was me.

Had to be. You’d know

by the constellation of moles on my neck

or the shape of my friendliness.

He found me for you under a tarot deck.

In this lifetime, I fit in the palm of your hand.

The Magician, the Empress.

You drew us both, predicting your own sorcery

and my compassion. When I unveiled

your sleight of hand, the lovers

slipped out in reverse. 

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Julietta Bekker (she/they) is a writer, educator and illustrator who lives with her family in Portland, Oregon. Bekker's illustrations and writing appeared in the newsletter, Lessons of Survival, published by The Immigrant Story. One of her essays was published in La Gaceta Hispánica de Madrid, a Spanish-language journal of Middlebury College and New York University. Her poetry will be published in the upcoming Issue 10 of Pile Press.