black salt
hot foot powder
chalk lines and hidden sigils in the flower gardens
haint blue paint
smudging rooms with sage
wearing pendants dripping with essential oils
smelling of burnt incense and
chime candles
chanting mantras hour after hour
mirrors in the windows
glass bottles by the doors
sweeping the dirt outside
all of these things I do
to keep the ghost of you at bay,
but no success
you keep haunting my door.
Etudes and Requiems 