Dear
Houdini,
I’m
sorry you’re not cool anymore.
I’m
sorry, I love you.
But
I’m not.
Then
again,
I’m
not sorry
I’m
not
the new girl you first showed
your
tricks.
I
won’t
let you cut me in half.
I
transitioned from sequins to
leather.
Meanwhile
you still hide in
your
same
big
cloak.
You
can’t hold the
handcuffs,
but
you
can dream.
Because,
a
dove flew out of my hat.
And
“Abracadabra”
won’t work anymore.
And
sometimes
I leave my handkerchiefs where
“I
just shouldn’t.”
On
three you’ll wake up
from
your sloppy little trance.
You’ll
realize,
and
boy,
I’m
magic.
Jenna
Clancy is a recent graduate of Bethany College, and aims to go on to achieve
her Masters in Higher Education. She has been published in The Harbinger and
The Tower, and hopes to continue her love and practice of the written
word.
