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After the 4th Medium Reading
I need a witch doctor.
I’m a witch, doctor,
which is no longer
a burnable crime,
only a minor offense
against polite society,
which is turning back, and back,
slow as a planet roasting
with fires I can see from space—
where I escaped, again,
but time is temporary.
I’m tethered still,
and tired. Pull me in,
lay hands on me.
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