Romina's Essence

The Blue River frost opened your eyes, you poured yourself out of bed.
What goes through your mind?
I'm not looking.

You probably did not have breakfast today.
I took my trash outside, too.

Here we work not for food or money, but as you made a promise I
promised I would make one as well.

What is the gypsy lady humming?
"You have white corn around you, a feather dressed as a blade."
By all means she tries to show me you're corrupted but filled with desire, on the same loop over and over. I don't want to pay attention.

You lift your right hand, to lower your other hand backwards.
Your left hand hides from view and I pretend I didn't see this.

She has hidden a voodoo doll inside a vase filled with Romina's Essence:
blue saffron, thyme and rosemary.

I don't need to like you.
But let's wait for the words to arrive inland.
Meanwhile let's analyze how much of a betrayal is this.
Are Montana's mountains bumping with skyscrapers yet?


Everything is packed but the suitcase is hidden.