You have not bewitched me

because a witch commits GBH
with an intent to harm and
there’s a potion brewing process
that lasts several days or even weeks

before the upheaval of spiders and
the tongues turned to green eels
the Casillero del Diablo and the waxy burn
and the perfectly timed coat warming my shoulders

whereas you are the scientist cracking his elbow
into a vat of Chemical X
spilling your sloppy toxins and

awakening the beat that tick-tock-tick-tocks
all night under constellations that I know
are really no more than hydrogen and helium

© Izzy Lamb