Head first, throw yourself
into the grotto
with lavender bath salts
and tea tree oil.

You burn incense and
sage.
A little bottle over the carport window.
Auspicious 
(I think?)

You make spell bags –
real witch shit,
not lightning bolts and wizard hats –
cheeks red when you tell me.

I don’t believe in many things;
I love how much you do.

You’ll throw yourself
full force
Zero Waste™
and then 2 years later
bash the movement
for astroturfing
Capitalism
with sheepskin totes.

But more than anything
I love that you throw yourself
full force,
head first
with me –
baby on my shoulders
handprints on my glasses –
no looking back.