Intuition is when my gums bleed just before I wake up.
I am at my most oracular when I am one-foot-in, one-foot-out
of the Hokey Pokey circle.
When I am one eye open and one eye closed,
winking between folds of space and time.
The hardest part of knowing is knowing only some things,
is knowing how glimpsy your vision is,
that your pinhole camera
does not shoot in
Peeping tom on the future I was made to acknowledge
that loss is a necessary human experience,
that grief is a necessary human emotion,
that I can two birds/one stone it
when I buy an already-broken
television for the static,
that my friend drops it while
loading it into my car,
that it is still broken,
but still works.