November Witch
My neck is tight I should sleep, but I am so awake. Tomorrow we worm the ewes. Some times I will wake up from a dream and feel as if I have the bullet like pill stuck in my throat and I don't know weather to cough it up or swallow. Except or ignore, stand or run. I sit in that in between place now, because November is a dreamy time of candle smoke and tarot cards. Little witchy things. The campus is covered in crows, and I love to listen to there gossip. I went to listen to the Algonquin storyteller and she reminded me of home. She said she could feel the story's I had, but there was no time for there telling. The time will come for all the things that now stick in me. But now is the time to lay in wait and listen.