you have   the   skills   to   endure
significant    solitude.   clean   out
the  closet   of   your   heart.   you
have    free    will.    the   tower   is
reversed — you   must   bring  the
house   down   first.  see,  four  of
wands reversed: things are going
on  and  you  don't  get  to  be   in
the  party.  you   are   not   in   the
good love life  party.  but  a  wand
is a wand, I  argue,  bottom  up  or
down!   I   know  a  man  who  one
morning   went  to  the  market  to
buy    sardines    and    that   night,
while he was  frying  them  up  for
dinner,  his  heart gave up.  a  roof
is  just  a   cover,  no  matter  what
it’s   made  of,   terracotta  tiles  or
busted     floorboards      shielding
you  like  crucifixes.  plus  who’s to
say   that’s   me   standing   in   the
piles  of  debris,   looking   for   the
old  red  silk  rose  to  pin  into  the
hair.  who’s  to  say  that’s  not  you,
my   dear   reader,   my   wild   card,
waving    in      there,      oh      hello
goodbye help!