Kindling for the Stake

I tell my friends that I’ve matched with a witch
Again.

They say I have a type. 

That I autumn for those that got bruja in their blood.

Boys so beautiful 
you know they’ve got Venus in their veins

Women so wondrous 
They birth plenty from eternal scarcity.

Them magic folk 
with fractaling divinity.

Reflecting the light
of our holy inferno

My friends know that the truth is
when it comes to witchcraft 
I am always guilty.

Ephemeral Bunny is a spoken word poet who wanders the streets of San Telmo looking like Moses. They are an Arab American Queer, in competing order. This would be their first publication.