Empty Fortune

I take my fortune without the cookie
and you take neither.
Once, you got an empty one –
no fortune,
no phrase,
no paper at all.
It scarred you
into superstition.
We are so certain
of what we will find
and then if we find
the devastation
puts us at such a loss
of appetite,
of appeal,
of apparent
to the great
We also know
the real fortune
cannot be found
in a cookie.
That sometimes,
the nothing we find
is really something.
“It never pays to kick a skunk.”

~ Megan M. Codera

 *NaPoWriMo poem prompt for Day 13: fortune cookie.

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