A Certain Prophetess

Oracles write prophecy on leaves

for a reason—the loophole. I’ll never

say it is or isn’t, will or won’t, you know.

Why should I tell you whom to trust or which

choice defeats the odds or when your lover will

leech your heart? Bound up in hope, you’ll fall

for anything you crave. Test my words, but first

I’ll whisper what no other prophet does:

the storm is always coming, and the

truth lives in the wind.