when i was just a little firk
my mama took me to see the wordy man
he hung out on the street
outside the gypsy’s place
where mama went to have her fortune told
every other wednesday
the wordy man was talking up a storm
it was what he did
i had a hard time understanding him
but my mama said that was all right
nothing anybody said made any sense any more
which was why humans had mostly stopped talking
except to order takeout
and have their fortunes told
we went inside
but the gypsy wasn’t there
instead there was a werewolf
packing the gypsy’s things into a trunk lined with red velvet
what happened to the gypsy?
my mama asked the werewolf
it’s a long story, the werewolf replied
not worth repeating
we went back outside
the werewolf had the gypsy’s trunk on his shoulder
and me, my mama, the werewolf and the wordy man
all went down the street to mcdonalds
and we all ordered strawberry smoothies
because we thought the gypsy might drop by
but she never did
not then, or ever
the wordy man kept talking the whole time
but i never did figure out what he was saying
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