Untitled Poem by Julia Alvarez

The evil eye, a look more common than
you think, a daily way we see the world
colored by what we need so that the world
is a movie for our entertainment
and strangers we marry or give birth to
are villains or best friends of the hero
in the film we project of our ego’s
Perilous Journey. Someone who sees you
with too much emotion cannot see you,
and that, more than hocus-pocus, is what
it means to cast an evil eye. I’m not
one to talk since lately I don’t seem to –
except in writing – take anyone to heart
and love them in person. Lie there, my art.