Other forms of conjuring the moon

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

come in.

 

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?

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