Prophecy —Kiki Petrosino
You have a good belly for twins. I can see you
at thirty weeks, your skin bright as automotive paint.
Rejoice, now: your life will be full of blessings.
Your twins wear little caps, little suits, on the bus.
They munch animal crackers under a striped shade.
See? You have a good belly for twins.
They'll remember you best in your pink gown.
Your hair cinnamon-dark, brushing your waist.
Rejoice, now: your life will be full of blessings.
Arrange raw almonds in a dish with lemon & salt.
This is how you'll be: whole, yielding. A planet.
You have a good belly for twins. I can see you
coming home to everything you own. Your white
motorcar. Glass ornaments on the sills. Your twins
are such blessings. Rejoice, now, at your life
lined up like azaleas. Your life unfolding in air.
When will you take your turn at the spade?
I can see you, twinned. But you have a good belly
for now. Rejoice in your blessings, you fool.