ANNIE DIAMOND

Speak over it as magic

As above, so below
I, an atheist, read this oracular response
to unasked questions with some disquiet

As above, so below
Documents of breathing
   			    amuletic

Speak over it as magic

Midsummer cherries sunwarm, tart—taste
of cold Atlantic beaches, adolescence

As above, so below
Sweat tacked on an eastbound bus

Freedom of a Google search that returns no results
Of the snowdrifted woods when I was 22

and had not begun this life
Of other winter woods almost a decade later where

I drank countless cups of milklit tea
   		     went to bed alone

As above, so below
I reach