Pagan Market Mayhem

I woke up this morning with a tremble in my spine. Saw a moon

phase chart and thought it was a sign. Beverly was shouting on Facebook again.

"There's witches at the park, y'all. They're summoning sin." She said they're

burning crosses made of patchouli sticks, selling frog bones, wearing black lipstick. I said,

"Calm down, Beav," but she wouldn't let go. Now she's praying through traffic on

the way to the show. Look. Sunday's coming and so are the

pagans with incense burning and handmade aprons. They're dancing in circles,

selling rocks and rings while the Baptists panic over fairy wings.