Witches

on the occasion of recent travels from Chicago to D.C.--

us three, we
remake
and rewrite
sisterhood smells. we
journey kinship,
curl fingers over arms,
nod asleep
in whispers. we

brew dust and swear on stones,
talk black earth and cilantro. we
walk miles at night--
the pain will
make us
stronger.

we
mock fantasy
and then, we
write potions that right worlds.



[Update: Revisions 4/2/08]