I’ve got some hexes memorized,but I rarely use them now.
Got my wings for at a wig storefor $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 triedto end my life. Well, I sat there
on the bathroom floor with the pillsin my hand & all the lights off.
Because of this, I don’t rememberdetails: what shirt I wore,
what month it was, the colorof the pills, if there were
any flowers, if there wereany sounds.
I used to wear this leather jacketto look tough. Used to travel
with a handful of counter spellsand a whistle on my key ring.
There’s a kindly demonin 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.