on the floor at the great divide

these last days before class
i am using tea and fireweed honey
and the l word to dull the profound
sense of loss that comes
part and parcel with four months of useless anticipation
and it's working.
i vaguely recall a tarot reading from last week sometime
that predicted my selfish ambitions
were about to come to naught and
honestly, i should have known.
i should have known better.