***
In the memory,
you sit on a silver egg.
It’s as round as you are tall,
and your fur-lined shoe
fits on one of its beige polka dots.
Your hair’s black
and straight
like I remember
and your hands look young
compared to mine now
and in the memory’s eye
you’re tiny
but laughing
and the memory-maker’s claw stretches forward
with some moss
and you take it
and eat it
and pretend to gag
but the giver knows you actually like it
and you slide off the egg
to approach the back of the cave
and bend down to drink
from a crystal pool of water.
***
By GOne
by golly
that’s the memory;
just you
with a mountain dragon
or maybe some other sort of dragon,
happy,
and by golly
I got jealous;
we joined the demons to survive
but I think
you escaped–
you tricked me one last time
to make your grand getaway
or I tricked myself
into thinking I won by staying alone
like I forgot
what we were really after–
were we trying to get home again
before wasting away of old age?
I honestly don’t remember
what we were after,
if we made a pact like that or not,
to train as witches
when no knight came to save us
just so we could escape,
or if our pact was worded more
about saving each other
and growing stronger than the demons–
Did we whisper these things to each other
in the dark?
Did we have a pact
at all?
My jealousy wants to think so,
wants to think
we had promises
and you broke them first out of selfishness,
that you made me forget them
with your jabs at my backside
So I’d close your portal and you could pin it on me.
My jealousy
wants it all
to be your fault
that I, Witch Kook, crazy for the demons and the power,
wound up on the cutting edge of the revenge, I guess,
while you, Clarissa, got to be happy in some mountain cave.
So my heart, my traitor heart,
reaching into the night’s maw
had to hold more than you
since it didn’t have the happiness you
knew
Jordyn Saelor 