Musings by The Poet Loriet

Even Fortune Cookie Writers Get Writer's Block

Our bellys full of rice
and mandarin oranges,
we looked for zen in
our fortune cookies.

You cracked yours open,
the same way I always do,
caring less about the cookie
than the profound message
meant just for you.

I like to hover my hand
over the cookie selection,
believing the one I pick
is destined for me,
feels right in my hand,
no trading packages.

But even fortune cookie writers
get writer's block...think,
"I'll just write something,
anything, to get
back on track, get my
creative juices flowing."

Even fortune cookie writers
have a bad day, a headache,
up til three a.m.
with the new baby, puppy,
dealing with in-laws.
They too have days where
they just watch the clock,
their psychic spirit
on vacation, just not
feeling like themselves.

And it was undeniably
someone punching the clock,
in it for the paycheck,
who scrawled the surefire
message that was stuffed
inside of your cookie,
the one that simply read,

"You like Chinese food."



Lori Beal


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