RELAX KRISTY, IT’S JUST THE DARK LORD

that spring, i decided to become a witch

control the weather, adjust term paper deadlines,

a new wet seal outfit, the plaid number, with straps

maybe, maaaaybe, maybe, kiss my crush

i didn’t see the harm, you know

it’s not turning the universe upside it’s head

i wasn’t even asking for a bigger hourly rate

i said to kristy, let’s have a good summer

let’s make it interesting, let’s make it a little

sinister

we all needed to relax, i kept a little piece

of quartz, like a darling piece of ivory

tucked in my denim shorts,

for luck, for power, i said my prayers at night

i crafted twigs into pentagrams,

my lips looked a little darker, just rogue,

just full of blood

it was all in the name of good fortune,

and yeah, a prom date that felt mystical all over

i just wanted my eyes to sparkle, and smell

like that expensive coconut lotion, forever,

like running with unicorns

at the next circle meeting, she struck me down.

DENIM JACKET

my baby is a dream, sometimes moody,

dark, lush, maybe just mean, but honey

that shadow in your voice doesn’t bother me

when we talk, it’s blooming flowers for midnight diamonds

it’s hours, and my wrists are anointed in almond oil

it’s my rhinestone kisses, my eyelashes fluttering

into your shoulders, pink lipstick stains at your collar,

you’re a vision, just let me sleep, taking your hand

when we dream, it’s for keeps, it’s all good night and good luck,

if there’s cards involved, maybe you’ll win, and maybe you’ll lose

or, maybe the game has been cancelled. the table is empty.
i can’t, but what if i could cover you in amethyst stars?