It must have been nice to live in a time
where one could claim their husband was enchanted, as in
“Oh, no – I’m not single – that’s my husband over there, in the corner,
see the teapot?” and the person being introduced to the teapot
or the sleeping pig in the corner
or a particularly intelligent dog
would take the enchantment as a real thing, would believe
the woman believed to be single was actually married
return to town and tell everyone else she was taken.
Poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
HOLLY DAY’s poetry has recently appeared in Analog, Cardinal Sins, and New Plains Review, and her published books include Music Theory for Dummies and Music Composition for Dummies. She currently teaches classes at the Loft Literary Center in Minnesota, Hugo House in Washington, and the Muse Writers Center in Virginia.