“Jimi often told a story about a girl who tried to ensnare him with voodoo . . .”           - Harry Shapiro and Caesar Glebbeek

“Whatever it is that girl put a spell on me."          -Jimi Hendrix

Snare

i. tincture

1. rivulet of Stratocaster sweat 2. thimbleful of dust 3. spit 4. 1 shard of broken guitar pick 5. two strands of hair 6. stolen fuchsia scarf 7. 1 shot of rum 8. 1 lit red candle 9. 1 plucked wing of nocturne 10. 2 mason jars of river water 11. 1 handful of bright eyes  12. 1 drop of blood

ii. alchemy

I loosened the scarf tied around his thigh with my teeth in a roomful of people while we sat on a blood red sofa getting high he laughed I leaned back slipped the fine fabric from his leg with my fingers when I looked at him a shutter snapped burned a light of his inside me I wanted an infinity to lie under the crescent moons of his eyes after that my nights were furious dreams, full as a ninth-month womb:

running white coyote I chased through a desert a jade eyed cat jaunting toward me where I reclined beneath a peach tree he meowed once coughed a small ball of guitar string  a woman in a turquoise veil passing by me whispering something  I can’t remember

iii. oracle

the unconscious door is ajar one breath could blow it wide open