Until Then

Sixth Recitation Prior to the Consumption of Organic Psilocybin

I‘m going to chew off
a shitty part of my life, follow
a black-magic recipe requiring
the tails of newts, the fingernails of virgins,
the boiling of and drinking of and bathing
in it, so that, as it is with the best lizards,
something new will grow in shitty’s place.
If your car stops running, I’ll chew and chew it
until it does. Let me know if your cat is sick.
Call a plumber if your toilet’s broke. Call
me if you feel like DNA extracted
from the whole, if you feel like you’re being
tested in a lab to see if you match what
you are no longer a part of. Because
I added the reproductive glands
from four species of oyster collected by widows
in four different seas, I can apply my spittle
to the missing and the lost to summon both healing
and return. Call me if you lost your leg in war,
if your daughter ran away, if your keys
are shaking but you’re in no hurry to leave.
Have you’ve forgotten the words to a song
you’d like to sing to an empty chair? Did
you give yourself to another like a message
in a bottle that broke or sunk or got
eaten by a shark? It happens a hundred times
for every time it doesn’t. Your faith in
my mouth, I promise, won’t hurt. I’ll take out
my teeth if they are in the way.

(Source: noojournal.com)