Insert coin

When you put a quarter into the fortune teller machine
and rip open your ribcage to display your heart
like exhibit-A
When you point to white board drawings
and trace lines of scars road-mapped over your soul
like exhibit-R
When the tears mimic the movements of dreams
splashing into splinters on the cold concrete floor
like exhibit-C
There will be no response from the machine
the lights will not blink and flicker
You are going to have to console yourself

It was just a quarter, after all.

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