supersitions , ones he used to read back when he couldnt stop pinning bad luck on something else , cats &. ladders &. failling for as long as hes been taking steps on this earth. throw some salt over his shoulder , leaving the earth worse than before. wasted , he's careful , &. there is nothing else to do in the dark. lick his thumb to wipe it up , use it for himself , it deserves to be eaten &. forgiven. he is an omen &. he swallows salt until he thinks there is enough blood in his mouth , enough to make up for tasting it. a crow raises itself on his shrine , fracturing the window when it leaves.
