There are times in your life—
I don’t know when—
Beauty is skin deep
and ugliness is not a full color poster of vomit,
but the latest layer of your life.
There are days when it is impossible not to step on a crack.
Never cross under a ladder when someone is working above you.
A broken mirror needs to attach splinters to your hand.
A black cat may be a jaguar or a lynx,
the magik of night a trick of light.
To see a black panther in the wild…
Do you not know ugly layers of life build into scars
like the corrosive power of salt,
the obsession to spit on a broom,
the inability to let go of hands at a pole?