Poetry: Necromancer


I am not a necromancer
I don’t talk to the dead
can’t call me on
your ouija board
I won’t resurrect
what I’ve buried
beneath my flowers
I am not clairvoyant
I can’t see you
you can throw shit all you want
you poltergeist
I don’t do black magic.
I am not a necromancer.
and I won’t talk to you.