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Lines

from Shelters one by Jelena Ciric

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I went to a fortune teller on St. Clair, west of Forest Hill.
I know – I was curious, had a half hour to kill.
It was in one of those row houses with dirty, brown-brick walls,
neon signs in the window, a flashing eye, a crystal ball.

Whoa, isn’t it something, believing we can change?
By doing something funny, by doing something strange.

She peeked out of the back room, took my twenty then my hand.
Her hair was greying at the roots, held back by a rubber band.
She asked me questions, told me lies – I hadn’t expected more.
Heard a fight break out somewhere, glanced toward the door.

Whoa, isn’t it something, believing we can change?
By doing something stupid, by stepping out of range.

This line is for life, this line is for love, and they don’t cross.
This line is for life, this line is for love. Oh, love.

It was dark when I walked out, the street smelled like blood and sweat.
I wanted to go home, but you hadn’t moved out yet.
Thought about what I’d been told while I waited for the bus.
Turned it over in my mind, tried to make it about us.

Whoa, isn’t it something, believing we can change?
By doing something different, by seeing someone else.

Oh, love.

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from Shelters one, released November 27, 2020

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Jelena Ciric Reykjavík, Iceland

The long-lost love child of Regina Spektor and Joni Mitchell.

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