Wrapper-less candy slapped into your hand from a distance after you asked politely
Discrete looks from shaded eyes overpowering your dignity
Trumpets announcing what you wish could be announced by a muffled flute or ignored entirely
Fair? Where did fair go?
You say I took your freedom when I just asked for understanding.
You can cast it, but you can’t put it back in your pocket.
It is a fireball that will burn a hole in your leg,
the same leg with which you hope to leave the scene.
Dark magic? Is it dark magic?
No, it’s just you pretending to cast doubt, which is actually just
my truth that you wrapped in spite.
Thank you. I feel worse.
I hope you still have a good night though, like the night of an owl
who can’t find its leafy perch after it has found prey.
Kelly Rogers 