The Note She Left: Poems

from In my pockets bright blue beads, small clay gods, scarabs, four-leaf clovers, bejewelled mezuzahs. In my hat cockleshells to exorcize the demons, to keep hidden the seventh chakra, the tonsure, the bald compulsion. In my ears little bells of confusion, to frighten away eyes of the evil. On my breast a foul sachet to repel the lick of the Devil In my window a glass witch ball to guard against the shatter from intruders.