I felt hopeful when I finally met him,
heard,  touched and
cradled.
began to teach him.

first, light the candle.
write the dream.
that’s easy, then
put the cayenne in the bowl.
spit.
      I have blessed everything in this house
wave my hand over lines of black salt.
sprinkle it everywhere.
put the kyanite here to
infiltrate their thoughts.
          we are asking for nightmares.
it’s easier in pairs.
remind him how no one believes you.
put the tourmaline on the windowsill.

my biggest strength is no one believes me.
we ask Hellebore for veil.
here,

put the wormwood in the bowl,
darling. no, like this.
liberally, I show him
fistful, good,
more.

“ARACHNE”