The wheel turns

He won me over

with a roundhouse kick to my heart

in the form of ice water and a hawk.

The signs are there for anyone

who bothers to research ancient symbols

and biblical double-speak.

We can all have a cheese Valhalla.

I’m an every-girl, twirling my curls

while munching pencils,

and I wished someone would

cross my toes with just the right force.

Little did I know I’d be asked to fly

without seeing.

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