
the one that listens
to universes
blue and fine and choppy
at times
you are an ingredient to the soup
the one the witches brewed
in a pot
was in the chanting..
"the poison'd entrails throw.-
Toad, that under cold stone,
~…
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!"
that the courage came
finally
shame on me for never wanting to wear a black pointed hat
on Halloween
because I preferred
little Red Riding Hood
bring it