Sprinkle water in each corner, they say.
Make a libation
at the door.
Turn on all the lights, they say.
Turn the music up -
full volume.
Burn joss sticks, they say,
burn sage -
sage purifies.
Take a break, they say,
a small respite.
Clear your head.
Have some sex, they say.
Get fucked
ASAP.
They say that time will ease the pain.
They say I’ll fall in love again.
How can they know that at the core
still smoulders something true and raw.