tell me i'm an alchemist, i can
curate a moment to fit snugly :
it won’t rip at the edges even when struck at thin.
everything is coCreated even when especially when
i have been alone.
there are offerings i make that don’t always sound like thank you :
still a praise dance & still with rhythm :
a drug when it’s prayed to hard enough :
an idol was once called sin but i promise i am godly.
a bed is with texture and smell and color
those are all ingredients :
eat this rest & digest the
gift. a gem
is made of intense vibration that isn’t always visible except
when it’s finished it’s called shiny and sometimes the value is disguised :
called a product when really the bright is all in
the immense pressure the dark spent to birth something sunny.
should there be pause, think spell think :
if i am not Creating then i have not eaten enough today.
witches drink their own brew and it’s called medicine when
it’s given to a spoon, to a palm : sip
a pot of stir. it’s tea. always more than one bag. another herb, a root.
grandmas make mothers. made me a
prince : tell me i’m my own legacy, too.