Academic journal article Hecate

What a Tangle

Academic journal article Hecate

What a Tangle

Article excerpt

In the Rotunda of Magic Mirrors

my lover sits worrying over side-effects

to his spells. Sorry to disturb, I say, but

could you help with my bra? I seem

to have gone and sprained my thumb at that

document signing and my breasts are being downright

unruly today. With a not ungracious

sigh he donates a minute, all thumbs, to my

back. Never, he says, rather bemused, never in all

our years together did the mother of my sons

ever request such assistance of me.

In the Beehive of Many Omens

my sister is busy plaiting a daisy chain. Sorry

to interrupt, I say, but could you help free my breasts

a notch? It's stifling to even just hang around with

a duo as subdued. Fact is, I got carried away at a

document formality, which led to a sprained thumb

that-. She spares me a huffy moment. Here, she says, take

over, will you, handing me her chain, careful

with it. There was no pleasing you, ever, not that I can

remember, would've thought you'd be over it by now,

this chopping and changing by the decade. …

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