I’ve got some hexes memorized,
but I rarely use them now.
Got my wings for at a wig store
for $14. People shout “beautiful”
with unusual consistency,
like I’m in a marathon
or at the end of the movie.
Ghouls are taking photos,
throwing talons in the air.
Parents lift their kids to see me.
When I was eighteen I tried
to end my life. Well, I sat there
on the bathroom floor with the pills
in my hand & all the lights off.
Because of this, I don’t remember
details: what shirt I wore,
what month it was, the color
of the pills, if there were
any flowers, if there were
any sounds.
I used to wear this leather jacket
to look tough. Used to travel
with a handful of counter spells
and a whistle on my key ring.
There’s a kindly demon
in my creaky wheel, I think.
He guides me to the party,
compliments my eye shadow.
The light on my bike works okay,
dim & blue into this underworld.