I go looking for myself at the witching hour
Honey seeps from my eyes and ears
My fist spins a honey dipper to guide the substance into an old jam jar

Salt crystallizes on my tongue

I wander and discover my own bones
Protruding from cold sand
An earthly mantle—
Misshapen masterpiece

My shapes are boundless
The moon extends her hand to scoop me into a ceramic bowl
A raven garnishes it with a silky feather

A fire begins to smoke from the core of the moon
It growls and grumbles

A coyote lays down on the edge of a cliff and sniffles

I shriek and the burning eye of the night god consumes my call...
Only to spit it back at me

My bones find flesh and a heartbeat again.