My mother told me she was a witch She would prove it on the cribbage board A game never lost She hid herself behind card games Pick up five, queen of spades One word too far and she’d let tears fall And the blame would rest on our cheeks Like the freckles we stole from her Her teeth, the white chipped peg of my childhood She casted spells over us Quickness to anger Rounded nose A sadness that lives in our blood Conjured in the womb Her heart-hope festered in us Swaddled, we never stepped far from home My mother told me she was a witch
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