Tell Me What You Want to See

Cole Hardman
The Junction
Published in
1 min readFeb 14, 2018
A medium levitates a banjo (seemingly with the aid of supernatural forces).

Madame Parout’s old ruin of a shop

was hidden half-way down an alley in

an ancient part of New York City. We hopped

off the subway with a few friends — the sin

of divination was supposed to delight

tourists like us — and they knew the secret way

down cobbled streets that bruised your feet, where the night

was black because there were no lamps, and strays

fought behind butcheries over the bits

of meat that smelled just like the dead Madame

was famous for communing with. “I’m gifted,”

Madame assured us calmly, “but just with the dead,

and only for a sacrificial fee.

I’m fair: just tell me what you want to see.”

Like this? You can read my poem, “The Difficult Thing About a Love Poem,” at the link below.

https://medium.com/@poetwithnoface/the-difficult-thing-about-a-love-poem-ef6b1ae34604

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Cole Hardman
The Junction

I’m an engineer with a passion for poetry and literary theory.