mugwort floating on top of tea. always lemon
and sugar. hot water. 7 of swords reversed, again.
composition book for journal. bits of my dear days
pasted in-between. routine is a ritual.
ritual is a spell.
a spell is enchanting.
the air and fire. the earth holding up. twin snake.
it's always been there. even back when we lived
by train tracks. a whistle outside an apartment.
split rent. a candle flame. she likes the smell.
even then she said i could be a real poet. i believed.
picking our rooms. picking out paint. children drunk.
feeling so grown. cheap wine. hard floor. wood floor.
feel this tomorrow. music faint from a laptop.
battery dying. open windows. across a laundromat
it's was closed the day we moved in. then one day
i was sober and washed a load with a first husband there.
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