Mother at 80.
caution-crazed
caustic crone
shuffles through her hut
mixing potions and
casting spells
to ward off
warts and bogeymen
her breath held
as she consumes
elixir of her gods
old familiar rubs against
her legs as her uterus
drops at her feet
Kitty laps it up —
— she doesn’t notice
she inhales, imbibes,
incants
and goes on
with the ritual
ooze dripping from her fingertips
she still pulls
stray hairs from her
brush as her
breasts fall away
©Sugah (jlk)