Superstition
measure your life
measure your life in
measure your life in teaspoons.
leave no path unmeasured, no trail
untouched by the hands of Caution and
Fear. circle yourself with salt and leave no
person unmeasured. hips must be wide enough, shoulders broad enough
(heart heavy enough)
to carry you when your bones become so
brittle that they splinter at the ends.
burn sage in empty space and
measure your life in teaspoons
measure your life in
measure your life.
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