Good Witch

I’m a good witch. Mostly. 
Mostly good.
But not all
But not bad
I throw cards
Commune with spirits
Light incense
Caress crystals 
and burn bits of paper 
with images I drew
maybe of you
Rituals not meant 
to harm
Not meant 
to keep anyone from harm
Hands waved through smoke
Desires recited 
for karmic lessons
to be swift
Maybe suffering 
in some way
not unearned
Not quite 
plotting revenge
But definitely
aligned with it
Like a good witch. Mostly. 
Mostly good. 

THE DARK NIGHT

 

I never had a "dark night of the soul". 
That would have been 
too fancy, 
too helpful. 
Rather, 
I preferred the routine 
of knocking my head 
against a perpetual, 
relentless, 
screaming 
dusk.