I am not seated at my kitchen table
Pretending to be an ancient herbalist, who
Beneath her hooded eyelids
Conjures magic
What she learns is taught by the stars
Have you ever held the cosmos in the palm of your hand?
Modern day pixie dust to be sprinkled
Into the bowl of Lucky Charms
I am not seated at my kitchen table
Mortar and pestle in hand
Mixing the opened Xanax capsule
With Chilean wine
Both of which my therapist recommended
I am my own, drunk
Modern medicine woman
This article appears in February 2018.
