Karla Linn Merrifield

You’re overdue for a muse like a book running up nickel fees from that library of inspiration.

But there are UFOs, there are our fates, there is karma— reincarnation, you betcha, baby—

And mind melds are possible. Yes, there are auras; yes, there are chakras— quantum entanglement, for sure, lover—

and possible astrology. There’s a certainty in Tarot; we’ll cast the I Ching. Golden ratio ubiquity, amen, old soul.

For I’m overdue for a muse, too, like a VHS from Blockbuster, hoping that a Luddite will come along to watch.

Come, let’s toss the coin, flip the card. Lo, let us be unexplained phenomena with Erato.