Witchery

We both found tenners at our own happy diversions- mine on a jog, she with her boyfriend walking. She waves passing in her yellow mini the very moment she’s crossing my mind. Another jog in this *** little town we both happily make do with. I’m thinking she could be my love, (we think it fun pretending) or just habitual friends, both bearing love for the labyrinthine. Because she speaks to the moon like I do, palms up to dark-embedded lightness, opening doors to any rabbit holes we can find. The kind who relish mysteries of all sorts. And dancing is to us more stimulating when it strikes the viewer as strange, like doing it while jogging. Our voices in union speak as if magic or simulation, together released from needs to decode all the curious messages about releasing.