18- Brises and Banes

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If the people

from the time I was born

heard me refer to their Brisbane city

(that might not actually be their city)

as “Brises and Banes”

do you think

they’d throw

a hissy fit?

If the people

who lived

a hundred years

before I was born

heard me

insult their culture

and called me out on it,

do you think

I’d apologize

or

eat them

or

trick them

into entering a room

where the closing of the door

activates a summoning ring

to slowly

scorch

them

to

death

along

with

their

culture?

Never mind that;

the Brises and Banes

protested my control

then rioted

uncontrolled,

they knocked down

skeleton skyscrapers

and ripped out the a/c,

they burned farm fields

and

tore apart their

boxing rings,

and I

in my high tower

cried a little

that my tree people

turned out just like 

humans,

even though I was the one

who made them that way,

or maybe I just cried

that I’d

no longer have

my Tuesday baths

or Friday gowns

and that

the Sunday walls

in paisley patterned brown

would be the last walls

they ever made for me

and I’d get

no more

colorful windows or rugs,

at least,

not here.

The riots

burned

and the people crowded the streets,

shouting

a phrase I couldn’t comprehend,

maybe “Down with the witch”

or “We want to read”

or who knows

I don’t

I made a ring on the rug

out of the day’s empty fruit platters,

scrawled summoning runes

on the ceramic dishes

with fruit juice,

and I went back

to the realm of snow and ice

and the riots really should’ve predicted I’d do this,

just, duck out and leave them

to figure out how to fix the electricity

and a/c they broke with their rioting,

but I don’t think

they predicted I’d do this.

Then I

called up Dr. Mizto

in a silver matchstick’s glow

and told them

I was leaving for a bit

but did they want to keep running the experiment?

As in,

the people had started rioting

so I didn’t feel safe sleeping

but I also didn’t want to end everything

so if Dr. Mizto

the winged demon

flew into town

maybe that’d calm the madness.

But if they just wanted to observe,

not intrude,

see if the tree peeps

came up with democracy

or another queen,

that’d be fine too.

Dr. Mizto

said they might drop in for a visit

then asked

if I still had that burning crown

they gave me for a gift

and I said no

I used it

a long while ago

to award some random week’s boxing champion

and they said

oh

that works.

It’s a portal,

Witch Kook,

is that why

I didn’t arrive there

the first time

on top of your head?

Yes, Dr. Mizto,

that’s why

you arrived

right next

to the army;

one of them

had the boxing crown,

though probably doesn’t

anymore.

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