So, I was processing one of the cards for Tarot for Atheists, and I had been dodging the two of Cups because I never felt comfortable with it. This time I really meditated on it for a long time… and now I have my new interpretation of the card. Here it is in poetic form, but you get the general idea. As a standalone, it’s fine, but the card interpretation changes radically in readings.
the two of cups
in profile stern
bearing a grail, or great stirrup cup
she stands so that her tabard barely stirs
against his touch, against his moving will
no occasion of beauty or grace
as they part
their attachment sundered
by disease
body-borne and spirit-lowering
see the winged lion flying expressionless
the cabin announcement of bad news
cruising into crazy danger
and l o o k the lion’s got a caduceus
jammed up his ass
the point of which is resting on
the young man’s hand, and wow
garlands of paper flowers or hell
maybe he sprang for roses
(they got the picture done professionally
after all)
you can tell this young man putters
over his appearance
he is in full vigour and sweetness
and wants you to choke on it
to eat the entirety of his cruelty, which is
of two fold kind;
that he is young and beautiful which he
need not say for it is for anyone to say
and that he must make you drown
in your own decay, hating the smugness
and hatred of the old, you get reflected
decades later. It was you who did this, you.
in the meantime they are going to break up
he gave her clap, or his coke addiction
cost something. or she went crazy
or got in a car accident and couldn’t fuck anymore.
me, I’m hoping that red roof
in the background may be an inn.
