Curiosity has me as my fingers curl around the soft rounded edge at the end of the world   Pulling myself forward on my belly much like a kid spying on their parents   I look down to the black stars lean further and see…

Tales of tea and tarot decks Voodoo priestesses and lords Precious gems and stones cut raw Oils and scents and trunks galore Witches brew and boiling potions Magic spells cast on wild shores Ouija boards that channeled spirits Cuban cigars, dark rum, folklore Genies waiting…

  You might write a poem now Proselytizing the omen of my hair Twining in the wind, Telling the world my smile Froze you in your tracks. Later you might paint Medusa Over these features Telling the world you should have Recognized the signs and…