Michelle's Spell of the Day
Vodka shots in test tubes garnished with peeled grapes (to masquerade as eyes). Pack in ice as you would a body.
Benedictions and Maledictions
First appeared in Sulphur Springs Literary Review
Time forgets or it doesn't,
the sound of a casket closing.
Not everything that dies is
dead. Once my mother picked
up a hitchhiker, a man on crutches
wearing a black trench coat.
Nothing was wrong with him,
she said. I didn't realize it until
he was in my car, too late. I never
stop my car, but sometimes he rides
with me, his coat in a ball in the back.