When I was seven, I hid in the slow seeds of the hallway and conjured you,
halfway in my book of demons, a Ouija board, another alphabet, another number, my future in
The lampshade melted, became candlewax, red for power, then black for protection,
and when I found you in the in-between, we couldn’t speak,
so I crushed sage smoke petals in my fingers tips and touched them to my eyes, saw the nether side of skull and knees, writing letters on the veins of leaves you never read, yet wrapped carefully
in prayer paper. You wrote
Now, the only thing to teach me is how to betray my body.
Tell me how I can debase the Holy, when only I can burn us
Monique Quintana is the Editor-in-Chief of the blogazine, Razorhouse and is a contributing Fashion & Beauty Editor for Luna Luna Magazine. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Huizache, Bordersenses, and The Acentos Review, among others. She is a Pocha/Chicana feminist bruja writing and teaching english in California’s Central Valley.
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