RANDOM ATTACK
BY INES PUJOS
A shower curtain pretends to be a forest w/
bark painted on no birch exists
in Brooklyn no forests I plant
a universe of moss in a broken
light bulb add in plasticsheep &
their keeper I draw tarot cards
from maman’s palm knowing
she can’t read her own blood
(my fortune goes unannounced)
after rain I go out to the streets
pick up snails let them slink
up & down my arms
I mistake my neighbor’s
face on fire for the moon
