one time, she took us to Sedona,
Arizona, to climb a mountain
and find a vortex. she stood with her
arms like Christ and walked with
tightrope toes straight into the Source.
she claims she was cursed by
a burst of energy in Sedona, Arizona—
as when that red car ran that red
light, and she had needles in her
back for years. or when her husband’s blood
turned violet, and she commissioned
crystals to take on cancer. sometimes,
she goes wandering in search of something
to cure her curse. so we become
sleuths, we look to the moon for
clues. we search the forest, climb
every empty tree. her sister says,
dutifully, I’m not supposed to say.
her psychic only speaks for a fee.
her husband sits glumly in the kitchen,
midway through a can of beans.
Rishee Batra spends much of his time writing. Other activities include gazing, meandering, and slumbering.