I never liked the trick
with the girl and the swords.
The magician would lead her
to the box;
she’d peek inside, as if
expecting it to lead somewhere
unusual, a book-filled desert or
an ice cream shop that only served root beer
floats, right before entering.
The door would shut
and I’d always think she was going to knock;
a reverse invitation of
Then the magician would use
a blade, always one that shone under
stagelights and stab through so
so quick like hot water warmed spoons
into sherbert. How many times
does it take of hearing the blade
and then silence
before you stop holding your breath?