There was a moment of recognition when I saw the rich liqueur on the shelf—
a key in sight on the label,
though it was soft print compared to the word Larceny above it.

This is the one,
I whisper to myself.

A gift for Loki,
to recognize His divine larceny.

I love His edges as much as His heat.

May this year be a reclamation of what was taken—
a breaking of the internalized rules that never served me,
an exposing of false ownerships
of my body,
my voice,
my devotion,
my truth.

Let the chaos of correction be healing, my Love.