To all the witches
who these days
divine my situation
from fish entrails
and cast silly
little charms
and spells..

I am afraid
your efforts
are quite
ineffective.
Frankly, the best
dark magic
would’ve been
just offering me
all your love
back then.
Seeing the man
I am today,
back when I was
still growing out of
my old shell.

Now that I got here,
what damn need
I have for your
affection..
I implore you,
join the long
and winding queue!
But then again,
The One whose turn
it is right now
is quite the specimen..
Most likely,
‘til we meet in hell,
I won’t see
you.