Witches Make You Look
Walking along the sidewalk
At night
In the suburbs
There was this finger
In the trees
Pointing onward
Pointing outward
Pointing for me to follow.
I ran with wet youthful sweat
I ran with the damp back of a childhead
I ran with knobby knees
Without skill
I ran home.
I ran all the way to the place where a witch would come.
I ran all the way to the pointing place.
I ran all the way back to what I knew.
I lied.
I lied every day.
I still do.
