Mystics by Hannah Siden

Poem name: Mystics Poet name: Hannah Siden Poem: Disabled people... are modern-day oracles. It’s time people listened to us. – Alice Wong  We have seen the guts of humanity & tossed bones onto tables for fortune telling. Our scars — the fabric of our blackest nights — rip to reveal galaxies beyond.  Don’t you want to know your future?  Or did you always avoid that booth  at the fair? The one where you  entered a room behind a room;  where incense fogged your way  back. Come, let me tell you  of the path ahead. I won’t pretend.  It’s through marshes slow as flies  on an August night. It requires  an arsenal of machetes & rope  you did not pack. It dampens  your bones & weighs on your lungs,  heavy as air before a summer  rain. But come, be brave. Palms  up. Let me speak of what I’ve seen. Eventually, when you pause  on thepath, you’ll find the stars  also shine more brightly than before. End of poem.  Credits and bio: Copyright © Hannah Siden Hannah is a poet, writer and filmmaker living on the unceded territories of the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh Nations (Vancouver, BC). You’re welcome to find her on Twitter @hannah_siden or at