Words.

The Fortune Cookie
You were clad in a
new transparent
plastic wrapper
still whole
pregnany with a line,
a message.
You would announce
your good news,
your fortune for me,
tidings for the New Year.

I tore the wrapper open,
an incision down
the middle,
yanking you out between
my thumb

and forefinger.

And I forced you apart
in two,
so that I could break
you, to force
you open so that I could
pick and claw that
fortune message
out of your hole.

Indeed I did,
and your message to me
read:

“Your life will be happy
and peaceful.”

Indeed, I felt that it already was,
and popped
you two into my mouth,

making you a part

of me.