Fill out an Almanac Questionnaire, and use the answers as the basis for this poem.

the fox grins
beguiling lover
under this half moon
can’t see the dark side
the shadows never cease to intrigue me

this is a conspiracy
i tell myself his kingdom
runs on exported hearts like mine
soul healers attracted to broken ghosts

unless
what if

can a broken ghost long to be free
to unleash the shattered parts til they
fly into the clouds light as dandelion fluff

taking chances in the past
was never not just a dream
repeated nightmares of failure

the scrap of a letter
left on my heart
always read
i don’t want to love you