Black Magic

I remember playing tackle football in City Park on Saturday morning.

A sewer pipe emptied into the intracoastal waterway. We’d watch the turds

float up, and the rubbers. From Friday night. Coney Island Whitefish.

You could always catch toadfish in the canal. Blowfish. Fugu.

In Japan, a fugu-chef has to be licensed, because the liver is poisonous.

In Haiti, they use it to make zombies. I refer you to The Serpent and

the Rainbow. If the black magic don’t get you the tonton macoute will.