Apotrópaios

After pouring it back into the eastern Earth

Drenched in moonwater and amethyst 

I lit the last cigarette

And told a passing plane

“We’re finished”

To confirm I had a witness.

If there’s a burning tower somewhere, 
You’ll be sure to find Justice

By following the trail of ashes. 
At the end, she’ll be there 

With her sisters 

Smoke, Amaretto, and Charm

Dancing all in a circle, 

Locked in arms.

Borrowed with interest

The first cardinal of spring 

Perched himself on my tree,

A dragonfly kissed me on the cheek,

And a sunburn, finally

The shedding begins—

Empty the cabinets 
Water the garden.

I cannot say I’m sorry,
Nor will I ever beg your pardon;
But I’d throw a coconut in the ocean 
To see how it might grow.

Harvest

A golden maiden gathers the grains;
A silver reaper turns the fields into decay. 

Yesterday I prayed for rain;
Today a tornado came.