For this spell: Get kicked out of a bar, get fucked, buy some Hostess Donettes, and drink a shower beer.
Not necessarily in that order.
For example: Runaround Sue in black leather,
defying Jehovah and riding her Harley
Road Glide through the sunset because
she could, because who says she can’t?
She’s already proven God wrong.
Sue is that kind of person: a person
unbent by expectation. Someone
who tells the joke where God walks into a bar
and asks the bartender
for a Death in the Afternoon.
For a great time, call:
Lilith, First Eve, Night Monster,
Lilitu, Demon Woman. Tell her to come
take off night’s pants, and come again
then again without bearing fruit, tell her
to keep coming until all she births
is a froth of stars.
Elysia Smith is a poet living in Indianapolis, IN. You can find her online at elysialucinda.com where she blogs about her forthcoming book, UNRULY, and inappropriate subjects like having sex in cars.