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The moon is out
and I’m up to no good. Forget worship. Forget good intentions. Forget positive energy. Forget
good vibes. The moon is out, and I’m up to no good. Dancing-in-the-woods-naked, no good.
Cutting-our palms-and-pressing-the-flesh-and-blood-together, no good. Spreading-my-legs-over-
the-broomstick, no good. Weed-and-herbal-salve-and-flying, no good. Pouring-mead-all-over-
my-face-and-naked-body, no good. Want a taste? Not until you’ve earned it. Are you ready to
open the book? To sign your name? To enter the pact?
About Callie S. Blackstone
Callie S. Blackstone writes both poetry and prose. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Rust+Moth, West Trestle Review, Bowery Gothic, Coffin Bell Journal, Crow+Cross Keys, and others. You can find her online home at calliesblackstone.com.
