So You Like Poems about Lions

My stage name is Amber Scarab
But you can call me Timeless
Dali clocks melting in the sun
Like M&Ms that weren’t supposed
To stain pudgy childhood hands
Prewar promises
My palms are pinker than usual
She read my cards in Times Square
The hand would’ve been ten bucks
I wanted more
Told her nothing about us
But she revealed the Morse code of my mind
Little beeps
Keeping pace with my heart’s desire
She told me all I already knew
About me and you
A rare deck revealing
Things I uttered to no one
We grew frustrated
Raised our voices

In Times Square I shouted
At a fortune teller
Because she told me
You’re the one.