what the witch can’t fix
Potions will not help you.
All the incantations
all the hocus pocus
deer blood, mason jar spells...
blessings for your apples,
pumpkins, squash, and berries
will not stop the dying.
Corn has missed its
knee-high mark. It barely
hits the ankle. Flooded
rivers won’t go back with
prayer, or magic. Warnings
have been sounding all this
time. We look away from
it until we can no more.
Listen to the sirens
screaming in your field.
Did you see new birds this
year? The rains come hard,
Snow is late and melts so
quickly. Did you notice?
Warmer, this year, isn’t
it? A little warmer...
Valentine’s day spell
swallow your pink bubblegum in two halves so they reunite in your belly
pluck the lushest flower from the tree and tuck the petals in your shoes
whisper, “they love me, they love me not, they love me, they love me not….”
until the petals are gone. anoint your head with the pistil at the foot of your bed.
feed your whole bubblegum piece with chocolate and red wine and garlic
kiss your reflection in a mirror with your terrible chocolate garlic wine breath .
feel embarrassed like a 13 year old caught kissing a pop star poster
then kiss yourself again. and again. and again. until your blurred face
stares back at you, all mysterious and drunk and sad and in love.
if you have done it right, you’ll feel silly, and also uniquely alive
and when you windex the mirror the next day you might expect to fall
right through the mirror into your own arms.
About the Author: Delany Lemke is pursuing an MFA at The University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa. She’s originally from Michigan and misses it dearly. Her poems can be found in Juxtaprose, Homology Lit, and Temenos. To keep up with the happenings of her life you can follow her at @delovelylany on Twitter.