Here Be Witches

          after Sylvia Plath

Here be witches is what I
think when I think of my fam
the map of my mother and my aunt not
bad witches not scary or hopeless
hags as they feel being the babies I
know of an evil thing as I am
its baby too, something beautiful
but terrible the way a demon has to be as
seductive as a porno pic, we’re a
thing there flat on the page, posed for statistic
study: what social ills lead hereto over
lit underbellies of the mind, this is
hell built by the matriarchy of my
pain, smiling with dick smeared lipstick.