First Published in Peculiar: A Queer Literary Journal, Issue 2, No. 2, 2016, pp. 53-55.
Tarot and the cards, trumps, courts, majors, minors
So hidden, so deep, looking into the well of mystery
So forward, so front, looking into the well of souls
0. The fool so sweet and bright, delicious to the taste and very desirable.
I. Magician, mighty and power, stripling being of creativity and manifestation of queer universes.
II. High Priestess, on her heavenly throne of spirit, nips perky and eyes clever, giving wisdom to human kind.
III. Empress, on her earthly throne of nature, wise and empowered, cunt of Gaia, protecting, nurturing, casting her nets of destiny.
IV. Emperor, on his earthly throne of power, strong and long cock of Hern, building his cities and empires with the vein of blood and leather.
V. Hierophant, eyeing the gaily priests, pulling wisdom from the makers, in heels and flowing drag.
VI. Lovers embrace in a tangle, limbs and hearts, mind and soul, pan and fluid, in the storm of passion.
VII. Chariot running wild, speeding to the new worlds. Spinners flashing and stuffed dice hanging off the poles, two mighty stallions stomp all hate in their paths.
VIII. Justice swaying the sword of truth and exactness, meeting out mercy and rule of law to the denizens, blind, yet seeing--kind, yet just, unjudging to all.
IX. Hermit, questioning the world, identity, gender, sex, dualities, binary-dichotomy. They find inner peace and strength through solitude and reflection.
X. The Wheel of Fortune spins density, delivering fortune good and bad, teaching all.
XI. Strength flexes their oily muscles, gleaming in front of the tiger of shame, knowing they will win with T/E.
XII. The Hanged Man, hangs with desire, sensing his loss but improving his sight…Odin’s eye is keen and the boa’s bondage is strong.
XIII. Death brings release, change, gratitude, new states of being.
XIV. Divine Temperance spreads her wings, knowing she’s done this before, but the message wasn’t learned, the people didn’t listen; they forget her films.
XV. The Devil smirks as he’s won, thinking that ignorance reigns and the people are bound, yet his ignorance blinds all but of queer.
XVI. Tower, tower of change, tower of shame, but tower of freedom. You pull the wig off the Devil’s head, shaking his kingdom and bringing awareness to twink, bear, chaser-rippling change through fur and skin.
XVII. The Star, ray of hope and brilliance, shining in the abyss of ruin, giving light to the lost who will triumph.
XVIII. The Moon warns of false illusion, let not the fuckboi hide his fluid gender.
XIX. The Sun shines upon all, happiness reigns as the resolution nears, the gaybro choir rejoices.
XX. Judgement signals acceptance, enlightenment, awareness of past, present and future. They know now what they fought, what they declared a myth before, was Truth.
XXI. The World gives you her oyster, shimmering mermaid/man of possibility, the change is done, and all are free to seek their destiny.