cauldron

There’s something brewing in this house,

I sit and smoke

water on the stove

steaming, screaming

Sell your house. Sell your car.

Let go of everything you own,

question what you’ve heard

forget what you think you know

Bubbling, hissing

always ask yourself

“what's missing?”

I stir, provoking

learning how to breathe

What do you do

under fire?

Grab what you desire

and leave behind the ghosts