- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
to make love potions and get nothing in return
with a love under blankets and constellations smiling... in a soft belonging, you belong to him, a leash.
conjured from prayer signs, and the palm of plantain trees and a rose quartz in the shape of god
he sits in darkrooms, singing his spell testing his faith, why, it's never come through it's never once worked
oh and some nights he gives up, like a child
the money spent on candles the nights spent haunted, oh, the ouija board speaks now, it speaks.
but he puts their hearts on leashes to free himself from his.
he keeps the candle burning because he can't stand the burn out.
he stays haunted because that way he can now speak ghost.
it's a simple tragedy, but in truly desperate nights, he consummates the plantain tree and uses the candles like dildos;
he's married to his work, simple.