A Day of Fate
I shared a birthday with Anne Sexton.
Three of us had Spanish olives and mare’s milk outside the city.
After, we watched a witch wand a six-inch tall pervert.
She was killing him with his fondest wish.
My sister was invited but she didn‘t show.
I played our music anyway and Minnaloushe danced.
Pluto stalked the shadow that danced with her.
The two soon spat and fought and made mad kittens in the grass.
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