Malleus Maleficarum
If I thought water I birthed
rain—it flew from clouds
like yesses from broken
wishbones. When I walked
through town I recruited
the lagoon to spew half-chewed
lilies from its heart, to wrap me
in a halo of flowers and toads.
I was a beauty, so my accusers
hung me, il tormento della corda,
strappado.… Read the rest