Conjuring, a poem by Kewayne Wadley at Spillwords.com

Conjuring

Conjuring

written by: Kewayne Wadley

 

I was told not to look in the mirror
after midnight.
I did so anyway,
hoping that your reflection would appear
hoping that of all the superstitions in the world,
you’d haunt me the same way.
My heart,
the trinket you call home,
where you can peek from behind
whatever veil you want.

I am allergic to cats,
no matter their color.
I don’t believe in bad luck,
but sometime this October,
I hope you cross my path.

I laced salt around the foot of my door
in case every bad thing that you’ve felt
was more curse than gift.
Your name already rests
on the tip of my tongue,
waiting to jump off.
That’s if I haven’t scared you off already,
or poured salt on any of your wounds.

Even if your reflection
shows as something unrecognizable,
I am not afraid to kiss it
until it becomes soft again.

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