Seven Eventides with Polina von Pixiedust On Mondays, prefers to keep her spirit gods hidden from the moon in her Hermès Birkin Leather Bag, atop velveteen lipstick and myriad bobby pins On Tuesdays, favors the Morbid Anatomy Museum, in Brooklyn, beelining to the Collector’s Cabinet, her temple, for thoughts lurid and bloody On Wednesdays, every other, it’s Lips NYC for bitchy bingo, drag queens, and whispered sins clutching absinthe and her boozy fairies On Thursdays, books of comic and dark lit, rereading her favorite pages three times for luck, watching over her are Shelley, and Gaiman, and the Marquis On Fridays, Bowie disco or Bauhaus disco or Prince disco or Mermaid disco or Hitchcock disco or Poe disco On Saturdays, the ritualistic dying of the hair, mending of the body, black stockings, new eyeliner, and everything else confidential On Sundays, high tea and pixie sandwiches, quick chat with the cat, and then a long bath to a small serenity