God Was Flirting Today

a dispatch on faith, full circles, and the obscene obviousness of a sign

My friend attends weekly Bible study and comes to my house for a tarot reading. She doesn't flinch at the contradiction and neither do I. I shuffle. I lay her spread. Tonight, I told her what I saw, which was a woman pressed up against her own bank account like it was a door she’d forgotten wasn’t locked. Scarcity—the kind single mothers know by first n…