i turn on candles
and burn incense
sing songs for oxalá and ogum
i take a thick salt bath
and put a rue at the door
waiting for this bad luck to leave
- when you are the bad energy
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poesiathe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
