I can
lead wannabee kings to their doom
with
prophecies. I see their weaknesses.
I know
what they want to hear.
I’ll post
them online in our
convenient
age and meet up
with my
girlfriends in the rain.
I can
twist truth with riddles
and sell
them off at a reduced price.
I have a
cauldron, and forbidden
knowledge,
and my own
space to
work under the cover of night.
I see
your face, your condescending little smirk.
Do you
think I’m joking, speaking lightly?
I can be a witch, you know. Don’t you dare
doubt me.
I only wanted green fields. Green ice cream.
A row of green lights on the road to replenishment.
If I wanted a rude, decadent pair of green eyes
begging from me, forever seeking me out,
I would have loved
cats, only cats. Never you.
I would have liked you better if your eyes were blue.
A beacon of hope or a petty well
to stick a come-hither hand into when a longing sets in.
You were saving those coins? Well, that’s too bad.
Your dearest best buddies are enjoying themselves
at your expense.
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Emily Zarevich lives in Burlington, Ontario. She attended Wilfrid Laurier
University, where she studied English literature, and went on to Humber College
where she studied TESL/TEFL (Teaching English as a Second Language). She used
to write creative pieces for her school’s arts magazine Blueprint and
now writes for fun.
See Brian Henry’s schedule here, including writing workshops and creative writing courses in Algonquin
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