bell, book, candle

By Gwynne Garfinkle

you get to cry

you lose your powers

you even lose your cat

your familiar

you get to cry lustrous tears

(you do get Jimmy Stewart)

who wouldn't want

to hang out with elegant

madcap Elsa Lanchester

(she would have been

your future)

and wacky bongo-

drumming Jack Lemmon

in witchcraft-teeming

New York City

but no, it's 1958

(you get to be a wife)


Gwynne Garfinkle lives in Los Angeles. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in such publications as Goblin Fruit, Space & Time, the Clockwork Jungle Book issue of Shimmer Magazine, and The WisCon Chronicles Volume 4: Voices of WisCon. She is currently working on a novel that is a political ghost story set in 1970s New York.

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