love is a scent

that I couldn’t get rid of

aired out the house

lit candles Worked spells Walked outside and hollered for my own self from the front door

an echo

nothing came back

i was gone 

a skeleton

had been since the bad winter

waited nights for that call Knew it wouldn’t come Still waited

desperate and absurd I was up at 3:00 AM looking so beautiful 

just in case

perfect hair and buttery skin For no one Not even myself 

now i am intimate with the horizon With Clouds With the trickle of the stream 

Know them well am 

the fifth wind

a sideways glance 

a lost itinerary 

hating the weekends where I imagine my used to be lover fucking the new one

a wretch (yes me)

i grew bad claws Dug into the dirt To conjure To hide to Die So stupid

learned late how magic can be lost