the families who co-mingled with the goats
bore children to be centaurs
so I named their houses accordingly
till highbred denial
poisoned my plate

guilty by association,
guilty by assist
guilty by action

earlier, i was looking for a moldable magnet
i made friends with other witches
one who had grown to care for the bees
beyond purchase and packaging

I was staying in Louis V stately estate
and attending lectures
she was in a space that was secret, but sterile
and not over the bridge to other people enough
her face was over-worn.

again, current, at the end.
I am queen and people over assist me
I am trying to hop a fence being pulled open
I am walking through glass when the gate a jar
They are trying to make me complacent
 and weaken my grip on matter

(I heard our songs coming out a window of the university and i flew
in cognito to a closer look)